The Poor Writer Blames The Pen
The poor writer blames the pen.
The poor writer blames the pen.
Advice sharpens a rusty opinion.
Words must be weighed, not counted.
Love enters a man through his eyes, woman through her ears.
We do not care of what we have, but we cry when it is lost.
God gives to those who get up early.
The grunts of pigs never make it to heaven.
A bird may be known by its flight.
There will be no cream from that spoiled milk.
Every ass loves to hear himself bray.
A guest sees more in an hour than the host in a year.
Folly lives next door to knowledge.
A good painter need not give a name to his picture, a bad one must.
There will be trouble if the cobbler starts making pies.
Do not plant a tree with its root upward.
The silent dog is the first to bite.
Watch the faces of those who bow low.
Eggs cannot teach a hen.
It’s easy to halve the potato where there’s love.
A Man May Live After Losing His Life But Not After Losing His Honour.