“We are never content with our lot.”

As sheepish as a fox captured by a fowl.

Socrates, when informed of some derogating speeches one had used concerning him behind his back, made only this facetious reply, “Let him beat me too when I am absent.

Sadness flies away on the wings of time.

Diversity, that is my motto.

Rely only on yourself; it is a common proverb.

A bluejay in peacock feathers.

Neither wealth or greatness render us happy.

Tis thus we heed no instincts but our own, Believe no evil, till the evil’s done.

Rare as is true love, true friendship is rarer.

Friendship is the shadow of the evening, which increases with the setting sun of life.

He is very foolish who aims at satisfying all the world and his father.

In this world we must help one another.

I bend but do not break.

A hungry stomach cannot hear.

Lynx-eyes toward our equals, and moles to ourselves.

Alas! we see that the small have always suffered for the follies of the great.