Ill-luck, You Know, Seldom Comes Alone.

Truth May Be Stretched, But Cannot Be Broken, And Always Gets Above Falsehood, As Does Oil Above Water.

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.

Love Not What You Are But Only What You May Become.

When The Head Aches, All The Members Partake Of The Pain.

For Let Us Women Be Never So Ill-favored, I Imagine That We Are Always Delighted To Hear Ourselves Called Handsome.