Bed is the poor man's opera.
A man in love mistakes a pimple for a dimple.
A silent man is the best one to listen to.
The mouth of a man is a terrible opening.
The man is a river, the woman a lake.
Sleep is the poor man's treasure.
The dying man is not saved by medicine.
So the man, so his shadow.
The man is the flame, the woman the glow.
A slothful man is a beggar's brother.
A dead man pays no debts.
A woman is the last judgement of the man.
Benefits make a man a slave.
Death is the poor man's best physician.
Do not look to the peaceful man for cudgels.
Speak and the man shall be shown.
The spirit of man is the candle of the Lord.
Man is his own mirror.
The lame man laughs at the blind.
Sometimes we must undergo hardships, breakups, and narcissistic wounds, which shatter the flattering image that we had of ourselves, in order to discover two truths: that we are not who we thought we were; and that the loss of a cherished pleasure is...
That’s exactly what I’ll do, I thought to myself. After dinner, I’m going to ask Big Brother to teach me how to read this map. With Aunt Baba still in Tianjin, there’s obviously nobody looking out for me. I’ll just have to find my own way.
