Prudent people don’t flaunt their knowledge; talkative fools broadcast their silliness.
The wise accumulate knowledge—a true treasure; know-it-alls talk too much—a sheer waste.
The more talk, the less truth; the wise measure their words.
A gadabout gossip can’t be trusted with a secret, but someone of integrity won’t violate a confidence.
A commonsense person lives good sense; fools litter the country with silliness.
Lady Wisdom is at home in an understanding heart— fools never even get to say hello.
Knowledge flows like spring water from the wise; fools are leaky faucets, dripping nonsense.
Fools care nothing for thoughtful discourse; all they do is run off at the mouth.
A fool lets it all hang out; a sage quietly mulls it over.
Fools on the road have no sense of direction. The way they walk tells the story: “There goes the fool again!”
Saul said, “He told us not to worry—the donkeys had been found.” But Saul didn’t breathe a word to his uncle of what Samuel said about the king business.