Nothing Can Be Produced Out Of Nothing.

He Was Breakfasting In The Marketplace, And The Bystanders Gathered Round Him With Cries Of "dog." "it Is You Who Are Dogs," Cried He, "when You Stand Round And Watch Me At My Breakfast."

I Threw My Cup Away When I Saw A Child Drinking From His Hands At The Trough.

In A Rich Man's House There Is No Place To Spit But His Face.

People Who Talk Well But Do Nothing Are Like Musical Intruments; The Sound Is All They Have To Offer.

The Sun Visits Cesspools Without Being Defiled.