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You must warning take by me ! If you would not soil your gown ; Go not gadding through the town : In the streets who plays the flirt, Never yet escaped some dirt : Run not therefore East and West, Home for girls is much the best.

"Moral emblems, with aphorisms, adages, and proverbs, of all ages and nations"

foto – the mob at play armidale

If you let everyone walk over you, you become a carpet. (Bulgarian)


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
  And sorry I could not travel both
  And be one traveler, long I stood
  And looked down one as far as I could
  To where it bent in the undergrowth;
  Then took the other, as just as fair,
  And having perhaps the better claim,
  Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
  Though as for that the passing there
  Had worn them really about the same,
  And both that morning equally lay
  In leaves no step had trodden black.
  Oh, I kept the first for another day!
  Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
  I doubted if I should ever come back.
  I shall be telling this with a sigh
  Somewhere ages and ages hence:
  Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
  I took the one less traveled by,
  And that has made all the difference.




Ne faut prcndre de son ami tout ce qu’on pent. Friends are like fiddle-strings, they must not be screwed too tight.

"French idioms and proverbs : a companion to Deshumbert’s "Dictionary of difficulties""


Je suis en pays de connaissance = I am among 
people I know, among old friends. 

foto – kati b and cassandra pomroy in Newcastle nsw.

One who tries to hide with a dog, a child, a goat, or a person with a cold, will not remain hidden.




And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, "Speak to us of Children."
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.