One learns to itch where one can scratch.
When struck by a thunderbolt it is unnecessary to consult the Book of Dates as to the precise meaning of the omen.
Alas! It is well written, The road to eminence lies through the cheap and exceedingly uninviting eating-houses.
He who thinks he is raising a mound may only in Reality be digging a pit.
Where the road bends abruptly, take short steps.
How is it possible to suspend topaz in one cup of the balance and weigh it against amethyst in the other; or who in a single language can compare the tranquillizing grace of a maiden with the invigorating pleasure of witnessing a well-contested rat-fight?