If the elbow had been placed closer to the hand, the forearm would have been too short to bring the glass to the mouth; and if it had been closer to the shoulder, the forearm would have been so long that it would have carried the glass beyond the mouth.

Many foxes grow gray but few grow good.

There never was a good war, or a bad peace.

Eyes and Priests Bear no Jests.

Diligence is the mother of good luck.

The eye of the master will do more work than both his hands.

What one relishes, nourishes.