One night awaits all, and death's path must be trodden once and for all.
The envious man grows lean at the success of his neighbor.
There are faults we would fain pardon.
You may drive out nature with a pitchfork, yet she'll be constantly running back.
The cask will long retain the flavour of the wine with which it was first seasoned.
Drop the question of what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that Fate allows you.