A nagging wife is like the dripping of a leaky roof in a rainstorm.
Water wears away stones. Storms wash away soil. In the same way, you destroy a person’s hope.
A foolish child is a father’s ruin. A nagging wife is like dripping that never stops.
It is better to live in a desert than to live with a nagging wife who loves to argue.
It is better to live on a corner of a roof than to share a house with a nagging wife.
Stopping her is like trying to stop the wind. It’s like trying to grab olive oil with your hand.