Riches, Rightly Used, Breed Delight.

Flying Without Feathers Is Not Easy: My Wings Have No Feathers.

As Long As She Is Wise And Good, A Girl Has Sufficient Dowry.

I Trust No Rich Man Who Is Officiously Kind To A Poor Man.

We Are Pouring Our Words Into A Sieve, And Lose Our Labor. [lat., In Pertusum Ingerimus Dicta Dolium, Operam Ludimus.]

Slander-mongers And Those Who Listen To Slander, If I Had My Way, Would All Be Strung Up, The Talkers By The Tongue, The Listeners By The Ears.