Ah Yes, The Gods Use Us Mortals

A Mouse Relies Not Solely On One Hole.

Poverty Is A Thorough Instructress In All The Arts. [lat., Paupertas . . . Omnes Artes Perdocet.]

In Grasping At Uncertainties We Lost That Which Is Certain.

Flying Without Feathers Is Not Easy: My Wings Have No Feathers.

Never Speak Ill Of An Absent Friend.