When suffering knocks at your door and you say there is no seat for him, he tells you not to worry because he has brought his own stool.
As our fathers said, you can tell a ripe corn by its look.
That we are surrounded by deep mysteries is known to all but the incurably ignorant.
My son even if you want to fall, at least fall where your bones can be gathered
Let the kite perch and let the eagle perch too โ If one says no to the other, let his wing break.
An old woman is always uneasy when dry bones are mentioned in a proverb