What Is Yours Is Mine, And All

It Wasn't For Nothing That The Raven Was Just Now Croaking On My Left Hand.

Vulgarity Of Manners Defiles Fine Garments More Than Mud.

It Is Sheer Folly To Take Unwilling Hounds To The Chase.

No Man Has Perpetual Good Fortune. [lat., Nulli Est Homini Perpetuum Bonum.]

To Ask That Which Is Unjust At The Hands Of The Just, Is An Injustice In Itself; To Expect That Which Is Just From The Unjust, Is Simple Folly.