The Tongue Is The Vile Slave's Vilest

Hold It The Greatest Sin To Prefer Existence To Honour, And For The Sake Of Life To Lose The Reasons For Living.

Trust To A Plank, Draw Precarious Breath, At Most Seven Inches From The Jaws Of Death.

The Fisherman Could Perhaps Be Bought For Less Than The Fish.

Let Him Love None And Be By None Beloved!

A Man Who Has Nothing Can Whistle In A Robber's Face.