It is not a good omen to meet a lot of cats when one sets out on a journey, so the Lieutenant spat three times for each cat, as his mother had taught him to do.
Nothing on earth can make up for the loss of one who has loved you.
What is so certain of victory as patience?
Here, no mercy is shown. One hates one's fellow man to the glory of God.
No one is able to enjoy such feast than the one who throws a party in his own mind.
There is so little that one can do for the dead!