One learns to itch where one can scratch.

There are those who collect the refuse of the public streets, but in order to be received into the band it is necessary to have been born one of the Hereditary Confederacy of Superfluity Removers and Abandoned Oddment Gatherers.

He who thinks he is raising a mound may only in reality be digging a pit.

Where the road bends abruptly, take short steps.

One cannot live for ever by ignoring the price of coffins.