The axe is the master of its own handle.
The tree of silence bears the fruit of peace.
The pen is mightier than the axe.
In the land of midgets, no tree is tall.
To hold a pen is to be at war.
The axe forgets, but the tree remembers.
The axe is the master of its own handle.
The tree of silence bears the fruit of peace.
The pen is mightier than the axe.
In the land of midgets, no tree is tall.
To hold a pen is to be at war.
The axe forgets, but the tree remembers.