Happy the man to whom heaven has given a morsel of bread without laying him under the obligation of thanking any other for it than heaven itself.

In the night all cats are gray.

All sorrows are bearable, if there is bread.

Translating from one language to another, unless it is from Greek and Latin, the queens of all languages, is like looking at Flemish tapestries from the wrong side, for although the figures are visible, they are covered by threads that obscure them, and cannot be seen with the smoothness and color of the right side.

For neither good nor evil can last for ever; and so it follows that as evil has lasted a long time, good must now be close at hand.

The foolish sayings of the rich pass for wise saws in society.

They must needs go whom the Devil drives.