Let Deeds Match Words.

A Word To The Wise Is Sufficient

I Suspect That Hunger Was My Mother.

A Contented Mind Is The Best Source For Trouble.

The Bell Never Rings Of Itself; Unless Some One Handles Or Moves It It Is Dumb. [lat., Nunquam Aedepol Temere Tinniit Tintinnabulum; Nisi Quis Illud Tractat Aut Movet, Mutum Est, Tacet.]

He Who Rushes Headlong Into Love Will Fare Worse Than If He Had Cast Himself From A Precipice.