Where a harsh law rules, people yearn for lawlessness.

Does a little fish, swimming though the net's eye, suffer from inferiority complex?

When no wind blows, even the weathervane has character.

Let him who is without guilt cast the first stone. A trap. Because then he will be no longer without guilt.

A man who is a genius and doesn't know it, probably isn't.

Here lies William Trollope, Who made these stones roll up; When death took his soul up, His body filled this hole up

Most of the sighs we hear have been edited.