What innocence, may I ask, is being played here when it is known that this virtuous damsel has already got a dozen illegitimate children?

I once said, 'We will bury you,' and I got into trouble with it. Of course we will not bury you with a shovel. Your own working class will bury you.

Children are like soft petals. One wrong pluck and they are damaged forever.

In a fight you don't stop to choose your cudgels.

If one cannot catch a bird of paradise, better take a wet hen.

Politicians are the same all over. They promise to build a bridge even where there is no river.