Of a dead leopard we keep the skin, of man his reputation.
A crime eats its own child.
To recognize a real friend, you have to together have eaten three bushels of salt.
Little by little, the camel goes into the couscous.
It is the master-wheel that makes the mill go round.
He who does not mix with the crowd knows nothing.
Every shop has its trick.
The joy of a poor man does not last long.
Catch the halter rope and it will lead you to the donkey.