Proverbs may not improperly be called the philosophy of the common people

Proverbs may not improperly be called the philosophy of the common people.

Cry is a sound in woman’s ear; it is a volcano in man’s heart.

I would rather write a book without a title if my true friend chooses to live in a million dollar home in London and acts foreign.

A bird in the hand was worth two in the bush, he told her, to which she retorted that a proverb was the last refuge of the mentally destitute.

Parts of life will be associated with unsavoury souls. They operate like a cancer; breaking against or eroding invulnerability.