Never Speak Ill Of An Absent Friend.

I Suspect That Hunger Was My Mother.

It Is Not Fair To Treat As Serious That Which Is Only Said In Joke.

Nothing But Heaven Itself Is Better Than A Friend Who Is Really A Friend.

In Grasping At Uncertainties We Lost That Which Is Certain.

To Blow And To Swallow At The Same Time Is Not Easy; I Cannot At The Same Time Be Here And Also There. [lat., Simul Flare Sorbereque Haud Facile Est: Ego Hic Esse Et Illic Simul, Haud Potui.]