In Misfortune If You Cultivate A Cheerful

I Suspect That Hunger Was My Mother.

Wisdom Is Not Attained By Years, But By Ability

To Waste One's Breath; To Pump Into A Sieve.

No Guest Is So Welcome In A Friend's House That He Will Not Become A Nuisance After Three Days.

He Who Would Eat The Kernel, Must Crack The Shell. [lat., Qui E Nuce Nucleum Esse Vult, Frangat Nucem.]