A Closed Mouth Catches No Flies.

I Can Tell Where My Own Shoe Pinches Me.

When Good Luck Knocks At The Door, Let Him In And Keep Him There.

When We Leave This World, And Are Laid In The Earth, The Prince Walks As Narrow A Path As The Day-laborer.

Happy The Man To Whom Heaven Has Given A Morsel Of Bread Without Laying Him Under The Obligation Of Thanking Any Other For It Than Heaven Itself.

Necessity Urges Desperate Measures.