As our fathers said, you can tell a ripe corn by its look. - Chinua Achebe

"Let us give them a portion of the Evil Forest. They boast about victory over death. Let us give them a real battlefield in which to show their victory." [...] They offered them as much of the Evil Forest as they cared to take. And to their great amazement the missionaries thanked them and burst into song.

When suffering knocks at your door and you say there is no seat for him, he tells you not to worry because he has brought his own stool.

For whom is it well, for whom is it well?
There is no one for whom it is well.