Miracle Me No Miracles.

Translating From One Language To Another, Unless It Is From Greek And Latin, The Queens Of All Languages, Is Like Looking At Flemish Tapestries From The Wrong Side, For Although The Figures Are Visible, They Are Covered By Threads That Obscure Them, And Cannot Be Seen With The Smoothness And Color Of The Right Side.

Think Before Thou Speakest.

Mere Flimflam Stories, And Nothing But Shams And Lies.

Delay Always Breeds Danger.

Time Ripens All Things; No Man Is Born Wise.