A cat may look like a king.

No heaven will not ever Heaven be Unless my cats are there to welcome me.

When witches go riding, and black cats are seen, the moon laughs and whispers, ‘tis near Halloween.

Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious and kind. May her touch be soft like that of wool, or a young woman, and may she protect thee from the depths of destruction. Rise above him, O Earth, do not press painfully on him, give him good things, give him consolation, as a mother covers her child with her cloth, cover thou him.

In the day, do the day's work.

The tongue of a man is his sword and effective speech is stronger than all fighting.