When a liar speaks the truth, he is sick.
He who has no intelligence is happy with it.
God is a good worker but He loves to be helped.
Of the malady a man fears, he dies.
He that sleeps sound feels not the toothache.
He that knows little, often repeats it.
He that lives long suffers much.
He who can lick can bite.
Talk of the devil, and he is bound to appear.
He that falls by himself never cries.
He who has to be hanged, will not drown.
God sits on high and he sees far.
He that would be a leader must be a bridge.
He that lies on the ground cannot fall.
Pity the stranger, even if he is rich.
He is rich who owes nothing.
When a man can't sleep, he won't let anybody else sleep either. If he doesn't go off to dreamland the moment his head hits the pillow, he gets frightfully annoyed and won't stay in bed.
He tries to force the anger down, but it's like an anvil on his chest. He closes his eyes, like Sammy taught him, and forces the anvil up; he softens.
Does he make you see stars?’ he asks in a low voice. ‘Does he call you his north star? Because that’s what you are to me. You’re the reason I made it home.
But he asked himself now if he would not be disobeying God. And does not God permit love, since He surrounds it with such visible splendor?
At times, he admitted, he had been very happy in the apple business. He knew what Larch would have told him: that his happiness was not the point, or that it wasn't as important as his usefulness.
