The right moment wears a full head of hair: when it has been missed, you can't get it back; it's bald in the back of the head and never turns around.
Oh thrice and four times happy... those who plant cabbages.
Indeed, said the monk, a mass, a matins, and vespers well rung are half-said.
Half the world does not know how the other half lives.
If you wish to avoid seeing a fool, you must first break your mirror
One inch of joy surmounts of grief a span, Because to laugh is proper to the man.