Samuel Ibn Naghrillah Quotes
The truth hurts like a thorn at first; but in the end it blossoms like a rose.
War begins like a pretty girl with whom every man wants to flirt and ends like an ugly old woman whose visitors suffer and weep.
The truth hurts like a thorn at first; but in the end it blossoms like a rose.
War begins like a pretty girl with whom every man wants to flirt and ends like an ugly old woman whose visitors suffer and weep.
