Vices Are Their Own Punishment

The Safeguards Of Virtue Are Hateful To The Evil Disposed.

If You Can't Say Anything Nice, Then Don't Say Anything At All.

After The Rain Cometh The Fair Weather.

Thinking To Get At Once All The Gold The Goose Could Give, He Killed It And Opened It Only To Find-nothing.

The More You Want, The More You Stand To Lose