What did John Heywood mean by: One swallow never makes a summer. - John Heywood Playwright · England Copy
+ Nothing is impossible to a willing heart. Feraz Zeid, October 5, 2023December 26, 2023, John Heywood, Heart, Hope, 0 - John Heywood Playwright · England
+ Though he love not to buy the pig in the poke. Feraz Zeid, July 8, 2023December 12, 2023, John Heywood, Love, Pigs, 0 - John Heywood Playwright · England
+ It will not out of the flesh that is bred in the bone. Feraz Zeid, August 5, 2023December 12, 2023, John Heywood, Bones, Flesh, 0 - John Heywood Playwright · England
+ It is a poor dog that is not worth the whistling Feraz Zeid, June 3, 2023December 12, 2023, John Heywood, Dog, Fun, Poor, 0 - John Heywood Playwright · England
+ The nearer to the church, the further from God. Feraz Zeid, September 6, 2023December 26, 2023, John Heywood, God, 0 - John Heywood Playwright · England
+ A short horse is soone currid. Feraz Zeid, August 25, 2023December 24, 2023, John Heywood, Horse, 0 - John Heywood Playwright · England
+ Children and fooles cannot lye. Feraz Zeid, July 13, 2023December 12, 2023, John Heywood, Children, 0 - John Heywood Playwright · England
+ A hard beginning maketh a good ending. Feraz Zeid, August 6, 2023December 12, 2023, John Heywood, Business, Motivational, 0 - John Heywood Playwright · England
Nothing is lost and nothing is created in the operations of art as those of nature. - Louis Pasteur Microbiologist · France
But sure there is need of other remedies than dreaming, a weak contention of art against nature. - Michel de Montaigne Philosopher · France
If I were of the trade, I should naturalize art as much as they “artialize” nature. - Michel de Montaigne Philosopher · France
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness – why must they go out of the summer world into darkness? - Willa Cather Author
Healing,’ Papa would tell me, ‘is not a science, but the intuitive art of wooing nature.’ - W. H. Auden Poet · England
We thread our way through a moving forest of ice-cream cones and crimson thighs. - Jean-Dominique Bauby Journalist · France