“It’s no virtue to gain the whole world. Just gain the heart of one person.”

A dog will never forget the crumb thou gavest him, though thou mayst afterwards throw a hundred stones at his head.

Keep belly lightly loaded, if mind would wisdom see; For bodies crammed to bursting, make empty souls to be.

A handsome woman is a jewel; a good woman is a treasure.

Every leaf of the tree becomes a page of the book, once the heart is opened and it has learnt to read.

Use a sweet tongue, courtesy, and gentleness, and thou mayest manage to guide an elephant by a hair.

Be not so severe as to cause shyness, nor so clement as to encourage boldness.

To tell a falsehood is like the cut of a saber: for though the wound may heal, the scar of it will remain.

Have patience. All things are difficult before they become easy.

Be not in the desire of thine own ease.

The stranger has no friend, unless it be a stranger.

Expose not the secret failings of mankind, otherwise you must verily bring scandal upon them and distrust upon yourself.

A tree, freshly rooted, may be pulled up by one man on his own. Give it time, and it will not be moved, even with a crane.

He who lives upon the fruit of his own labor, escapes the contempt of haughty benefactors.

People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock, and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.

Whatever makes an impression on the heart seems lovely in the eye.

A friend whom you have been gaining during your whole life, you ought not to be displeased with in a moment. A stone is many years becoming a ruby – take care that you do not destroy it in an instant against another stone.

Remember it is the heart and not the body, which strives to draw near to God. By heart I do not mean the flesh perceived by the senses, but that secret thing which is sometimes expressed by spirit, and sometimes by soul.

I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away!

An envious heart makes a treacherous ear.

And deep in my heart. The answer, it was in me. And I made up my mind. To define my own destiny.

Commune with your own heart upon your bed, and be still.

Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge – it is as immortal as the heart of man.

Steady of heart and stout of hand.

If my mind can conceive it, and my heart can believe it, I know I can achieve it.