There Is A Remedy For Everything But

There Is Nothing So Subject To The Inconstancy Of Fortune As War.

Every Man Is The Son Of His Own Works.

Good Painter Imitates Nature, Bad Ones Spews It Up.

I Had Rather Munch A Crust Of Brown Bread And An Onion In A Corner, Without Any More Ado, Or Ceremony, Than Feed Upon Turkey At Another Man's Table.

They Can Expect Nothing But Their Labor For Their Pains. - Cervantes