Here is bread, which strengthens man's heart, and therefore is called the staff of Life.
I want every peasant to have a chicken in his pot on Sundays.
Every tear of sorrow sown by the righteous springs up a pearl.
He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel.
It is not talking but walking that will bring us to heaven.
He whose head is in heaven need not fear to put his feet into the grave.
What we count the ills of life are often blessings in disguise, resulting in good to us in the end. Though for the present not joyous but grievous, yet, if received in a right spirit, they work out fruits of righteousness for us at last.