A Mouse Does Not Rely

Poverty Is A Thorough Instructress In All The Arts. [lat., Paupertas . . . Omnes Artes Perdocet.]

Disgrace Is Immortal, And Living Even When One Thinks It Dead.

That's A Miserable And Cursed Word, To Say I Had, When What I Have Is Nothing.

Things We Not Hope For Often Come To Pass Than Things We Wish.

I Suspect That Hunger Was My Mother.