The Tyrant Will Always Find A Pretext

Much Outcry, Little Outcome.

Appearances Are Deceiving.

A Wild Boar Was Sharpening His Tusks Upon The Trunk Of A Tree In The Forest When A Fox Came By And Asked, Why Are You Doing That, Pray? The Huntsmen Are Not Out Today And There Are No Other Dangers At Hand That I Can See. True, My Friend, Replied The Boar, But The Instant My Life Is In Danger, I Shall Need To Use My Tusks. There Will Be No Time To Sharpen Them Then.

Men Often Bear Little Grievances With Less Courage Than They Do Large Misfortunes.

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