Great peace is found in little busy-ness.
Woe to the cook whose sauce has no sting.
The handsome gifts that fate and nature lend us Most often are the very ones that end us.
He who accepts his poverty unhurt I'd say is rich although he lacked a shirt. But truly poor are they who whine and fret and covet what they cannot hope to get.
Make a virtue of necessity.
If gold rusts, what then can iron do?