As the air to a bird or the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the contemptible.

The bird thinks it a favor to give the fish a lift in the air

And Father, how can I love youOr any of my brothers more?I love you like the little birdThat picks up crumbs around the door.

The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.

No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings

No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.