Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.
We need never be ashamed of our tears.
"I have been Foolish and Deluded," said he, "and I am a Bear of No Brain at All."
If I plant a honeycomb outside my house, then it will grow up into a beehive.
A prosperous fool is a grievous burden.
Oh me, I have been struck a mortal blow right inside.
The boy cried "Wolf, wolf!" and the villagers came out to help him.
Thinking to get at once all the gold the goose could give, he killed it and opened it only to find nothing.
"Nothing", I said sadly. "They are two delightful women!" "And neither of them is for you?" finished Poirot. "Never mind. Console yourself, my friend. We may hunt together again, who knows?"