Enemies' Promises Were Made To Be Broken.

None But Those Who Work Are Entitled To Eat.

It Is With Our Passions, As It Is With Fire And Water, They Are 'good Servants,' But 'bad Masters.'

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.

Wise Men Say Nothing In Dangerous Times

Most Arguments Are Useless.