Small ills are the fountains of most of our groans Men trip not on mountains, they stumble on stones

Rotten wood cannot be carved

Rich men accumulate money; the poor accumulate years

Riches add to the house, virtues to the man

Rivers and mountains may change; human nature, never

Seeking fish? Don’t dive in the pond; go home and get a net

Small is beautiful

Slow in word, swift in deed

Sit atop the mountain and watch the tigers fight

Reform a gambler-cure leprosy

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