I suspect that hunger was my mother.
It is the nature of the unfortunate to be spiteful, and to envy those who are well to do.
No blessing lasts forever.
To love is human, it is also human to forgive.
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.
It is much easier to begin than to end.