Your Wealth Is Where Your Friends Are

Love Has Both Its Gall And Honey In Abundance: It Has Sweetness To The Taste, But It Presents Bitterness Also To Satiety.

It Is Our Human Lot, It Is Heaven's Will, That Sorrow Follow Joy.

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.]

He Who Is Most On His Guard Is Often Himself Taken In.

Nothing Is More Wretched Than The Mind Of A Man Conscious Of Guilt.