To Love Is Human, It Is Also

To Waste One's Breath; To Pump Into A Sieve.

Things Which You Do Not Hope Happen More Frequently Than Things Which You Do Hope.

I Love Truth And Wish To Have It Always Spoken To Me: I Hate A Liar. [lat., Ego Verum Amo, Verum Volo Mihi Dici; Mendacem Odi.]

Vulgarity Of Manners Defiles Fine Garments More Than Mud.

I Suspect That Hunger Was My Mother.