I think so, Brain … but for every proverb isn’t there and equal but opposite one to contradict the first?
A wicked person listens to deceitful lips;
a liar pays attention to a destructive tongue.
I think so, Brain … but a bird in the hand is safer than one overhead.
I think so, Brain … there’s no such thing as a free lunch, but what if it cost more to collect the money than to give away the food?
I think so, Brain … but if Curiosity hadn’t killed the cat, we might have been suspects.
I think so, Brain … but what if we’re the some of the people who can be fooled this time?
I think so, Brain … but wouldn’t an Apple a day keep Bill Gates away?
Don’t reprove a scoffer, lest he hate you.
Reprove a wise person, and he will love you.
The wicked man will be trapped in his iniquities;
He will be caught up in the ropes of his sin.
He will die for lack of discipline,
Infatuated by his great folly.
—Proverbs 5:22, 23
Those who forsake the law praise the wicked;
but those who keep the law contend with them.
It is better to be poor and walk in integrity than to be stupid and speak lies.
The light of the righteous shines brightly,
but the lamp of the wicked is snuffed out.
I think so, Brain … but there’s probably an old proverb that says whatever you need.
It is a fool’s pleasure to do wickedness,
but wisdom is a man of understanding’s pleasure.
I think so, Brain … but isn’t there an old proverb that says whatever you need said?
I think so, Brain … a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. So does falling down the stairs.
Even a fool, when he holdeth his peace, is counted wise.
What is desirable in a man is his kindness,
And it is better to be a poor man than a liar.
A false witness will not go unpunished,
And he who tells lies will not escape.
A fool’s lips bring strife,
And his mouth calls for blows.
A fool’s mouth is his ruin,
And his lips are the snare of his soul.
—Proverbs 18:6, 7
Like a madman who throws
Firebrands, arrows and death,
So is the man who deceives his neighbor,
And says, “Was I not joking?”
—Proverbs 26:18, 19
Misera fortuna, qui caret inimico. If you have no enemies, it is a sign that fortune has forgotten you.
It is naught, it is naught, saith the buyer: but when he is gone his way, then he boasteth.