Fortune Leaves Always Some Door Open To

All Sorrows Are Bearable, If There Is Bread.

Whether It's The Pot That Hits The Rock Or The Rock That Hits The Pot , It's The Pot That Will Break Every Time

The Virtuous Woman Must Be Treated Like A Relic - Adored, But Not Handled; She Should Be Guarded And Prized, Like A Fine Flower-garden, The Beauty And Fragrance Of Which The Owner Allows Others To Enjoy Only At A Distance, And Through Iron Walls.

Good Painter Imitates Nature, Bad Ones Spews It Up.

Don't Put Too Fine A Point To Your Wit For Fear It Should Get Blunted.