The Flavour Of Health Is
The flavour of health is given by an illness.
The flavour of health is given by an illness.
The dog barks but caravan goes on.
The dry leaves do not rustle if no wind blows.
The right hand does not know what the left is doing.
Property gained unlawfully will be lost in the same way.
The rope breaks where it is thinnest.
The place of an unbidden guest is behind the door.
The room and the stove are one item.
There is no loss, which is not a gain for somebody.
There is no medicine against death.
So many houses, so many customs
The believer is happy; the doubter is wise.