What did John Heywood mean by: One swallow never makes a summer. - John Heywood Playwright · England Copy
+ Good to be merie and wise. Feraz Zeid, August 7, 2023December 12, 2023, John Heywood, Wise, 0 - John Heywood Playwright · England
+ Make hay while the sun shines. Feraz Zeid, August 22, 2023December 12, 2023, John Heywood, Opportunity, Shining, Work, 0 - John Heywood Playwright · England
+ I know on which side my bread is buttered. Feraz Zeid, July 23, 2023December 12, 2023, John Heywood, Bread, Food, Sides, 0 - John Heywood Playwright · England
+ What heart can think, or tongue express, The harm that groweth of idleness? Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Heywood, Heart, Tongue, 0 - John Heywood Playwright · England
+ Many hands make light work. Feraz Zeid, September 20, 2023December 26, 2023, John Heywood, Change, Hand, Teamwork, 0 - John Heywood Playwright · England
+ It’s an ill wind that blows no good. Feraz Zeid, August 12, 2023December 12, 2023, John Heywood, Blow, Wisdom, Wise, 0 - John Heywood Playwright · England
+ Wedding is destiny, And hanging likewise. Feraz Zeid, August 18, 2023December 12, 2023, John Heywood, Destiny, Marriage, Wedding, 0 - John Heywood Playwright · England
+ Little pitchers have big ears. Feraz Zeid, June 23, 2023December 12, 2023, John Heywood, Ears, Wisdom, Wise, 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
