If the skies fall, one may hope to catch larks.
One inch of joy surmounts of grief a span, Because to laugh is proper to the man.
Petite ville, grand renom. Small town, great renown.
Keep running after a dog and he will never bite you.
I place no hope in my strength, nor in my works: but all my confidence is in God my protector, who never abandons those who have put all their hope and thought in him.
Giving words [is] an act of lovers.