It wasn't for nothing that the raven was just now croaking on my left hand.
Flying without feathers is not easy: my wings have no feathers.
The day, water, sun, moon, night - I do not have to purchase these things with money.
He who has in due season become rich, unless he saves in due season, will in due season starve.
I suspect that hunger was my mother.
Courage is its own reward.