Civilization sails prettily like a child's rubber balloon until it hits a sharp object; then it is likely to collapse like the balloon.
A politician is like quicksilver: if you try to put your finger on him, you find nothing under it.
The statesman shears the sheep; the politician skins them.
Memory is a crazy woman who hoards colored rags and throws away food.
No matter who you are, you will be put abed at last with a shovel.
Reason clears and plants the wilderness of the imagination to harvest the wheat of art.