Ill air slays sooner thant the sword.
Every man has his weak side.
Each man is the architect of his own fate.
Cast not out the foul water till you bring in the clean.
Those that make the best use of their time have none to spare.
Hide one's talents in a napkin.
It is the unforeseen that always happens.
Anticipating pleasure is also a pleasure.
Much cry and little wool.
Youth is the season of hope.
Losers are always in the wrong.
Tears are the silent language of grief.
He that dallies with enemy gives him leave to kill him.
Men too seldom see their own faults.
Self-distrust is the cause of most of our failure.