Indeed, said the monk, a mass, a matins, and vespers well rung are half-said.

Death is the vast perhaps.

I know of a charm by way of a prayer that will preserve a man from the violence of guns and all manner of fire-weapons and engines but it will do me no good because I do not believe it

Don't limp in front of the lame.

How can I govern others, who can't even govern myself?

It is folly to put the plough in front of the oxen.

Ha! for a divine and lordly manor, there is nothing like solid ground.