Takes things slow, there is no need to be tooo hasty, the world isn’t running away from you 

  When the horns of the mighty begin to shatter, the mountains will echeo their cries 

Everyone needs a time alone somewhere in their enclave. away from the noisy troublesome world we live in today

in One way or the other, the cat will be let out of the bag, one way or the other

Everything is prone to rust, if it falls into disuse for an exceedingly long period of time

One should not swallow poison because he is afraid to spit and offend others.

The warrior wins the war by pressing forward.

If birds travel without coordination they beat each other’s wings.

The pillar of the world is hope.

Evil enters like a splinter and spreads like an oak tree.