It Is Difficult To Whistle And Drink

It Wasn't For Nothing That The Raven Was Just Now Croaking On My Left Hand.

The Mind Is Hopeful; Success Is In God's Hands. [lat., Sperat Quidem Animus: Quo Eveniat, Diis In Manu Est.]

In Everything The Middle Course Is The Best; Everything In Excess Brings Trouble.

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

Consider The Little Mouse, How Sagacious An Animal It Is Which Never Entrusts Its Life To One Hole Only.