That corner of the world smiles for me more than anywhere else.
Success in the affairs of life often serves to hide one's abilities, whereas adversity frequently gives one an opportunity to discover them.
The mob may hiss me, but I congratulate myself while I contemplate my treasures in their hoard.
No poem was ever written by a drinker of water.
A cup concealed in the dress is rarely honestly carried.
When I struggle to be terse, I end by being obscure.