“Insult is a monstrous scorpion, and compliment is a likeable nightingale; one stings mercilessly, and the other sings sweetly.”
“A poet is a nightingale who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.”
“This man was truly like a scorpion, a poisonous sting when one least expected it.”
“Daniel's mind is a scorpion stinging itself to death.”
“Poverty is a scorpion; it stings the poor and it also stings the men with high conscience who feel sad about the poverty; the rest is immune to it!”
“He whom the flame of jealousy encompasses, will at last, like the scorpion, turn the poisoned sting against himself.”