I escaped the Thunder, and fell into the Lightning.
To the counsell of fooles a woodden bell.
Where there is no honour, there is no griefe.
If we can possibly avoid wrecking this little planet of ours, we will, But-there must be risks! There must be. In experimental work there always are!
Gossips are frogs, they drinke and talke.
The evening praises the day, and the morning a frost.