Youth Is The Gift Of Nature, But

I Has A Dream About Reality. It Was Such A Relief To Wake Up.

The Man Who Bows Before The Ruler, Shows His Behind To The Courtiers

Let Him Who Is Without Guilt Cast The First Stone. A Trap. Because Then He Will Be No Longer Without Guilt.

The Mob Shouts With One Big Mouth And Eats With A Thousand Little Ones.

When No Wind Blows, Even The Weathervane Has Character.