Whom Men Fear They Hate, And Whom

I Never Indulge In Rhyme Or Stanza Unless I'm In Bed With The Influenza.

Let No One Honour Me With Tears, Or Bury Me With Lamentation. Why? Because I Fly Hither And Thither, Living In The Mouths Of Me. [lat., Nemo Me Lacrymis Decoret, Nec Funera Fletu. Faxit Cur? Volito Vivu' Per Ora Virum.]

To Open His Lips Is Crime In A Plain Citizen.

The Wise Man Is Wise In Vain Who Cannot Be Wise To His Own Advantage. [lat., Nequicquam Sapere Sapientem, Qui Ipse Sibi Prodesse Non Quiret.]

Don't Ask Of Your Friends What You Yourself Can Do.