Raw cucumber makes the churchyards prosperous

The church was simply the former chapel of the castle, fronting upon its grass-grown court, which, however, was of generous enough width to have given up its quaintest corner to a little graveyard. Here the very headstones themselves seemed to sleep, as they slanted into the grass.

First come, first served.

As every thread of gold is valuable, so is every moment of time

Vows made in storms are forgotten in calms.

A quiet conscience sleeps in thunder.