Wise or Otherwise Part 4

Venom is the juice of a toad tainting the sweet air.

You have but to sow the seeds of malice to reap a crop of grief.

Men who would face a cannon, tremble before a golden calf.

There is no music for man so sweet as that set upon a woman's tongue.

I never could understand why doleful songs should herald a joyous hereafter.

If you keep your eyes fixed upon the stars you will fall into the first mill pond.

You are told, "That if you violate a sacrament of the church you will howl in h.e.l.l for it." You know that if you violate nature's laws you will howl here.

While poverty spins threads of gold with which to weave a garment to cover her nakedness, the plutocrat melts the threads into sovereigns for his own use.

Every yellow stream is not the Tiber.

The wise man dreads, not noise, but eternal silence.

Loud complaints may be only vents for little ills.

It is not enough to conceive a truth, we must act.

When one is bereft of hope the last sorrow has arrived.

The woman who loves not flattery has yet to be born.

This must be a golden age--everybody is running after it.

Beauty is the recompense given to women for her weakness.

Some sins squeak like a snared rabbit--others roar like a lion.

An immaculate reputation may hide a mult.i.tude of black lies.

Angels walk on threads of gold from heaven to earth. These threads are only spun in the loom of the human heart.

Abject spirits creep--men walk.

A small hole is a cavern to a mole.

A kiss hangs not long on a pretty lip.

You cannot rear a new babe on old milk.

A man may woo a dove and marry a screech owl.

Satire is a javelin which pierces the thickest skin.