If I Can Only Keep My Good

Disgrace Is Immortal, And Living Even When One Thinks It Dead.

You Love A Nothing When You Love An Ingrate.

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.]

A Word To The Wise Is Sufficient

It Is Difficult To Fly Without Wings.