I Suspect That Hunger Was My Mother.

Know This, That Troubles Come Swifter Than The Things We Desire.

We Are Pouring Our Words Into A Sieve, And Lose Our Labor. [lat., In Pertusum Ingerimus Dicta Dolium, Operam Ludimus.]

Not By Age But By Capacity Is Wisdom Acquired.

It Well Becomes A Young Man To Be Modest.

That Which You Know, Know Not; And That Which You See, See Not.