There is a southern proverb - fine words butter no parsnips.
Without courage there cannot be truth, and without truth there can be no other virtue.
A fool's wild speech confounds the wise.
Call it not vain: they do not err Who say that when the poet dies Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies.
Certainly," quoth Athelstane, "women are the least to be trusted of all animals, monks and abbots excepted.
Many miles away there's a shadow on the door of a cottage on the Shore of a dark Scottish lake.