United We Stand, Divided We Fall.

Thinking To Get At Once All The Gold The Goose Could Give, He Killed It And Opened It Only To Find-nothing.

Enemies' Promises Were Made To Be Broken.

The Haft Of The Arrow Had Been Feathered With One Of The Eagle's Own Lures. We Often Give Our Enemies The Means Of Our Own Destruction.

Destroy The Seed Of Evil, Or It Will Grow Up To Your Ruin.

If You Wish Me Well, Do Not Stand Pitying Me, But Lend Me Some Succour As Fast As You Can; For Pity Is But Cold Comfort When One Is Up To The Chin In Water, And Within A Hair's Breadth Of Starving Or Drowning.