You are spitting into the sky.
You are devising a small rope out of sand.
You are singing a victory song before the victory.
You are bringing the war engines after the war.
You are shaving the lion.
A big book is a big evil.
A bad egg is of a bad crow.
The roughness of a road tests the usefulness of a donkey.
The wolf changes his hair, not his purpose.
A mob is a poor judge of beautiful things.
Lions at home, foxes in battle.
You are writing on water.
You are seeking milk from a bird.
You are lending light to the sun.
One proverb sounds suspiciously like a mixture of Shakespeare and Julius Caesar: “The world is a stage; life, an entrance—you came, you saw, you went away.” Just remember, though, “without health, life is lifeless.”