Happiness is the harvest of a quiet eye.
Sorrow may be a good thing for a woman's heart, but it is a poor cosmetic for her face.
A hole is nothing at all, but you can break your neck in it.
The living have their eyes opened by closing the eyes of the dead.
Practical prayer is harder on the soles of your shoes than on the knees of your trousers.
Charity is the only lubricant that keeps the axle of the world creaking.