Who loves well, chastises well. |
Who never climbed, never fell. |
Who punishes one threatens a hundred |
Who spits against the wind, spits in his own face. |
Why kill time when one can employ it. |
Will laugh well who will laugh the last |
Without grace beauty is an unabated hook. |
Words are the leaves of the tree of language, of which, if some fall away, a new succession takes their place |
Work relieves us from three great evils, boredom, vice, and want. |
Write injuries in sand, kindnesses in marble |
You often meet your fate on the road you take to avoid it |
Young people tell what they are doing, old people what they have done and fools what they wish to do |
Youth lives on hope, old age on remembrance |