The pen is the tongue of the soul; as are the thoughts engendered there, so will be the things written.
A man prepared has half fought the battle.
Little said is soon amended.
Leap out of the frying pan into the fire.
One day, in the San Francisco walk, he came upon some badly painted figures and observed that good painters imitate nature but bad ones vomit it forth.
The pen is the tongue of the mind.