He who gives early gives twice.

The pen is the tongue of the soul; as are the thoughts engendered there, so will be the things written.

All sorrows are less with bread.

Ill-luck, you know, seldom comes alone.

The wicked are always ungrateful.

I believe there's no proverb but what is true; they are all so many sentences and maxims drawn from experience, the universal mother of sciences.

I never thrust my nose into other men's porridge. It is no bread and butter of mine; every man for himself, and God for us all.