A Woman Smells Well When She Smells

We Are Pouring Our Words Into A Sieve, And Lose Our Labor. [lat., In Pertusum Ingerimus Dicta Dolium, Operam Ludimus.]

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

A Woman Without Paint Is Like Food Without Salt.

It Is Only When We Have Lost Them That We Fully Appreciate Our Blessings.

He Is A Friend Who, In Dubious Circumstances, Aids In Deeds When Deeds Are Necessary.