A woman is a lot like a refrigerator. Six feet tall, 300 pounds...it makes ice.
One omen is best, to fight in defense of one's country.
Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.
Generations of men are like the leaves. In winter, winds blow them down to earth, but then, when spring season comes again, the budding wood grows more. And so with men: one generation grows, another dies away.
A boy without mischief is like a bowling ball without a liquid center.
A councilor ought not to sleep the whole night through, a man to whom the populace is entrusted, and who has many responsibilities.