You Love A Nothing When

The Evil That We Know Is Best.

There's No Such Thing, You Know, As Picking Out The Best Woman: It's Only A Question Of Comparative Badness, Brother.

You Will Stir Up The Hornets. [lat., Irritabis Crabones.]

How Bitter It Is To Reap A Harvest Of Evil For Good That You Have Done! [lat., Ut Acerbum Est, Pro Benefactis Quom Mali Messem Metas!]

And So It Happens Oft In Many Instances; More Good Is Done Without Our Knowledge Than By Us Intended. [lat., Itidemque Ut Saepe Jam In Multis Locis, Plus Insciens Quis Fecit Quam Prodens Boni.]