This Is The Great Fault Of Wine;

What Is Yours Is Mine, And All Mine Is Yours.

Whatever Disgrace We May Have Deserved, It Is Almost Always In Our Power To Re-establish Our Character.

Without Feathers It Isn't Easy To Fly: My Wings Have Got No Feathers. [lat., Sine Pennis Volare Hau Facilest: Meae Alae Pennas Non Habent.] [alt., Flying Without Feathers Is Not Easy; My Wings Have No Feathers.]

The Bell Never Rings Of Itself; Unless Some One Handles Or Moves It It Is Dumb. [lat., Nunquam Aedepol Temere Tinniit Tintinnabulum; Nisi Quis Illud Tractat Aut Movet, Mutum Est, Tacet.]

Feast Today Makes Fast Tomorrow