The day your horse dies and your money’s lost, your relatives change to strangers

He who could foresee affairs three days in advance would be rich for thousands of years

Hold back some goods for a thousand days and you will be sure to sell at a profit

Every day cannot be a feast of lanterns

A thousand pounds and a bottle of hay are all one at doomsday

Who teaches me for a day is my father for a lifetime

After three days without reading, talk becomes flavorless

A day of sorrow is longer than a month of joy

The evening crowns the days

Plan your year in the spring, your day at dawn

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