The Bell Never Rings Of Itself; Unless

You Love A Nothing When You Love An Ingrate.

Ah Yes, The Gods Use Us Mortals As Footballs!

What Is Yours Is Mine, And All Mine Is Yours.

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 A Tiresome Way Of Speaking, When You Should Despatch The Business, To Beat About The Bush.