All things come to him who waits - even justice.
A charitable man is like an apple tree-he gives his fruit and is silent; the philanthropist is like the successful hen.
After thirty-five a man begins to have thoughts about women; before that he has feelings.
The smaller the head, the bigger the dream.
Sorrow, like rain makes roses and mud.
Memory is a crazy woman who hoards colored rags and throws away food.