We Learn From The Things

If You Wish Me Well, Do Not Stand Pitying Me, But Lend Me Some Succour As Fast As You Can; For Pity Is But Cold Comfort When One Is Up To The Chin In Water, And Within A Hair's Breadth Of Starving Or Drowning.

Our Insignificance Is Often The Cause Of Our Safety.

Try As One May, It Is Impossible To Deny One's Nature

He Is Not To Be Trusted As A Friend Who Illtreats His Own Family.

The Fly Sat Upon The Axel-tree Of The Chariot-wheel And Said, 'what A Dust Do I Raise!'