The Gods Help Them Who Help Themselves.

A Farmer Who Had A Quarrelsome Family Called His Sons And Told Them To Lay A Bunch Of Sticks Before Him. Then, After Laying The Sticks Parallel To One Another And Binding Them, He Challenged His Sons, One After One, To Pick Up The Bundle And Break It. They All Tried, But In Vain. Then, Untying The Bundle, He Gave Them The Sticks To Break One By One. This They Did With The Greatest Ease. Then Said The Father, "thus, My Sons, As Long As You Remain United, You Are A Match For Anything, But Differ And Separate, And You Are Undone".

Good Things Come In Small Packages.

If You Can't Say Anything Nice, Then Don't Say Anything At All.

In Critical Moments Even The Very Powerful Have Need Of The Weakest.

Whoever Neglects Old Friends For The Sake Of New Deserves What E Gets If He Loses Both