Flame Is Very Near To Smoke.

I Love Truth And Wish To Have It Always Spoken To Me: I Hate A Liar. [lat., Ego Verum Amo, Verum Volo Mihi Dici; Mendacem Odi.]

All Men Love Themselves.

If You Do Anything Well, Gratitude Is Lighter Than A Feather; If You Give Offense In Anything, People's Wrath Is As Heavy As Lead.

I Suspect That Hunger Was My Mother.

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