The Smaller The Mind The

Every Tale Is Not To Be Believed.

Don't Kill The Goose That Lays The Golden Egg.

Forbear Harping On What Was Of Yore, For It Is The Common Lot Of Mortals To Sustain The Ups And Downs Of Fortune.

A Wild Boar Was Sharpening His Tusks Upon The Trunk Of A Tree In The Forest When A Fox Came By And Asked, Why Are You Doing That, Pray? The Huntsmen Are Not Out Today And There Are No Other Dangers At Hand That I Can See. True, My Friend, Replied The Boar, But The Instant My Life Is In Danger, I Shall Need To Use My Tusks. There Will Be No Time To Sharpen Them Then.

We Learn From The Things We Suffer.