We two are to ourselves a crowd.
Add little to little and there will be a big pile.
I could not possibly count the gold-digging ruses of women, Not if I had ten mouths, not if I had ten tongues.
Giving calls for genius.
There is something in omens.
An anthill increases by accumulation. Medicine is consumed by distribution. That which is feared lessens by association. This is the thing to understand.