humble beginning

If a man from humble beginnings gets rich, he will carry his umbrella at midnight.

my brother.

I met a hundred men going to Delhi and everyone is my brother.

I have lanced many boils, but none pained like my own.

I gave him a staff for his support and he uses it to break my head.

Hunger drives good taste away.

He who works as a slave, eats as a king.

Even when you are right it is not necessary to say all these things to the world.