When the well is dry, we learn the worth of water.
We'll never know the worth of water till the well goes dry.
We lived near a supermarket, and whatever they threw away, we would get it, and my mother would make soup. Or she would get a big can of lard, a big can of meal, a big can of flour, a big can of beans, and fix the same meal for months.
My mom is Asian and loves all of the throwaway parts of the animal, so she actually thanks me for saving her the neck and other parts.
My mother never threw anything out. If there was a sliver of a tomato, it was in the refridge. I would come in with my friends, and Mom would say, 'Want something to eat?' In 20 minutes, there was four, five dishes to eat.
Better belly burst than good liquor be lost.
Painting is sometimes like those recipes where you do all manner of elaborate things to a duck, and then end up putting it on one side and only using the skin.
Let him who would enjoy a good future waste none of his present.
He was admired for never being at a loss for words and never wasting any either.
The most remarkable thing about my mother is that for thirty years she served the family nothing but leftovers. The original meal has never been found.
One man’s trash is another man’s dissertation.
Eaten bread is forgotten.
