It is wrong to sorrow without ceasing.
From now on walking is my beer and feeling good is my hangover.
The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, as it pleases him, for he can do all things.
All things are in the hand of heaven, and Folly, eldest of Jove's daughters, shuts men's eyes to their destruction. She walks delicately, not on the solid earth, but hovers over the heads of men to make them stumble or to ensnare them.
Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.
For too much rest becomes a pain.