I Suspect That Hunger Was My Mother.

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.]

It Is Sheer Folly To Take Unwilling Hounds To The Chase.

You Drown Him By Your Talk.

We Only Appreciate The Comforts Of Life In Their Loss.

A Word To The Wise Is Sufficient