“The Bell never rings of itself; unless some one handles or moves it it is dumb.”

To waste one’s breath; to pump into a sieve.

A woman finds it much easier to do ill than well.

He who falls in love meets a worse fate than he who leaps from a rock.

It is a bitter disappointment when you have sown benefits, to reap injuries.

A woman without paint is like food without salt.

A mouse never entrusts his life to only one hole.

The gods play games with men as balls.

In grasping at uncertainties we lost that which is certain.

In everything the middle road is best.

Let us celebrate the occasion with wine and sweet words.

I love truth and wish to have it always spoken to me: I hate a liar.

Because those, who twit others with their faults, should look at home.

Things unhoped for happen oftener than things we desire.

How great in number are the little minded men.

We are pouring our words into a sieve, and lose our labor.

He means well’ is useless unless he does well.