Nature knows no calendar, the seasons move in a circle.

A liar did ought to have a good memory.

The wife ought to have the first child and the husband the second, then there wouldn't ever be any more.

It was ordained that our earthly pilgrammage should be a struggle, and life would be a tame affair if everything went smoothly.

It was still the custom of the countryside to build with local materials produced as close to the selected site as possible, for transport was difficult, even the best of country roads being more fitted for horseback traffic rather than heavy loads.

You can lock up from a thief, but you can't from a liar.

happiness depends more upon the state of mind - and body, perhaps - than upon circumstances and events.