Every bird likes its own nest

No use pumping a dry well

There is no accounting for tastes

The proof of the pudding is in the eating

A great ship asks deep waters

Make haste slowly

Life is made up of little things

Self conies first

A good name will sell itself

It is a long lane that has no turning

Diamond cut diamond

Diamond cut diamond

Discontent is the first step to progress

When it rains pottage you must hold up your dish

There is no time like the present

A new broom sweeps clean

He that comes first to the hill, may sit where he will

Woe to him who is alone