Where life plants you, bloom with grace. |
He who hears music feels his solitude. |
Think much, speak little, write less. |
Divorce is the sacrament of adultery. |
Love makes the time pass. Time makes love pass. |
Life is half spent before one knows what life is. |
Don't imitate the fly before you have wings. |
And old rat is a brave rat. |
Appetite comes with eating. |
A white Christmas fills the churchyard. |