Nature abhors a vacuum.
All's well in the end, if you've only the patience to wait.
When my soul leaves this human dwelling, I will not consider myself to have completely died, but to pass from one state to another, given that, in you and by you, I remain in my visible image in this world.
Everything comes in time to those who can wait.
When I drink, I think; and when I think, I drink.
A habit does not a monk make.