Heaven has its business and earth has its business: those are two separate things. Heaven, that's the angels' pasture; they are happy; they don't have to fret about food and drink. And you can be sure that they have black angels to do the heavy work like laundering the clouds or sweeping the rain and cleaning the sun after a storm, while the white angels sing like nightingales all day long or blow in those little trumpets like they show in the pictures we see in church.

You cannot eat a cluster of grapes at once, but it is very easy if you eat them one by one.

And at dawn, the drums still beat on the sleepless plain like an unstoppable heart.

Misfortune is never invited. And it comes and sits at the table without permission and it eats, leaving nothing but bones.

Experience is the cane of the blind.

As they say, when a man begins to have bad luck, even clabber can break his head.

Heaven has its business and earth has its business: those are two separate things. Heaven, that's the angels' pasture; they are happy; they don't have to fret about food and drink. And you can be sure that they have black angels to do the heavy work like laundering the clouds or sweeping the rain and cleaning the sun after a storm, while the white angels sing like nightingales all day long or blow in those little trumpets like they show in the pictures we see in church.