Much Wants More And Loses All.

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.

Others May Try To Feed Our Ego, But It Is Up To Us To Constrain It.

It Pays To Be Content With Your Lot.

Labour Is The Source Of Every Blessing.

There Are Many Statues Of Men Slaying Lions, But If Only The Lions Were Sculptors There Might Be Quite A Different Set Of Statues.