You can give a piece of advice, but not good luck along with that.
Latecomers see the least.
Men look more like their uncles on the mother's side.
Better a free bird than a king in captivity.
It's too bad to want a thing and not be allowed it.
Burnt child fears fire.
He who leaves a good name does not die poor.
The afterthought is good, but forethought is better.
The pardon may be more severe than the penalty.
Heroism consists of hanging on one minute longer.
It is better to be a free man in a small house than a slave in a big one.
To be a hero hang on for a minute longer.
A little thing can ruin the whole thing.
It's too late to close the stable door after the horse has escaped.
The best gifts are those which expect no return.
Ask for advice, and then use your brain.
It's too late to shut the stable door after the horse has bolted.
Luck is loaned, not owned.
The coat of truth is often lined with lies.
If the glacier perceives a headless army is clumsy, it feels a sort of emphatic guilt, I dare say.
On the road between the homes of friends, grass does not grow.
Given counsel is all the same hard to take.
Tomorrow is the day that idlers get busy.
Many become brave when brought to bay.
Black soil produces white bread.
Behind the clouds the sky is always blue.
The lowest fence is the easiest to get across.
The lazier a man is, the more he plans to do tomorrow.
A blushing lie is better than the pale truth.
You may go where you want, but you cannot escape yourself.
Fish bite best on a golden hook.
The age of miracles is past.
The less you know, the less you forget.
A small but excellent party, said the man, he was drinking alone.
Every family has its hanger-on.
In the game no one is brother to others.
The old bucks got the stiffest horns.
There is no wind that blows right for the sailor who doesn't know where the harbor is.
There's no shame in clothing you haven't cut yourself.
It is the great north wind that made the Vikings.
The old are the eldest.
The taller the house, the heavier the storm.
It's no shame to look into the warm spring sun and regret a lost limb.
Poor thanks is the way of the world.
