A Leprecaun without a pot of gold is like a rose without perfume, a bird without a wing, or an inside without an outside.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I believe in all of these Irish myths, like leprechauns. Not the pot of gold, not the Lucky Charms leprechauns. But maybe was there something in the traditional sense? I believe that this stuff came from somewhere other than people's imaginations.
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.
Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.
Whoever cultivates the golden mean avoids both the poverty of a hovel and the envy of a palace.
Just as a flower which seems beautiful and has color but no perfume, so are the fruitless words of the man who speaks them but does them not.
All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost.
It may be that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet,' but I should be loath to see a rose on a maiden's breast substituted by a flower, however beautiful and fragrant it might be, that is went by the name of the skunk lily.
Rich people without wisdom and learning are but sheep with golden fleeces.
A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love.
There is no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.