“Misfortune nobly born is good fortune.”

When men are inhuman, take care not to feel towards them as they do towards other humans.

What we do now echoes in eternity.

The universe is change; our life is what our thoughts make it.

That which is really beautiful has no need of anything; not more than law, not more than truth, not more than benevolence or modesty.

How much more grievous are the consequences of anger than the causes of it.

Men exist for the sake of one another.

Do not disturb yourself by picturing your life as a whole.

Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together,but do so with all your heart.

Life is neither good or evil, but only a place for good and evil.

Because a thing seems difficult for you, do not think it impossible for anyone to accomplish.

I was once a fortunate man but at some point fortune abandoned me.

Think of yourself as dead. You have lived your life. Now, take what’s left and live it properly. What doesn’t transmit light creates its own darkness.

Be tolerant with others and strict with yourself.

The soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts.

Take full account of what Excellencies you possess, and in gratitude remember how you would hanker after them, if you had them not.

Do what you will. Even if you tear yourself apart, most people will continue doing the same things.

Whatever inspiration is, it’s born from a continuous “I don’t know.

Thankful for the rose grateful for its thorns these lessons bloom like weeds from them I am reborn.

She has learned so much from dying only to be born again.

Aren’t all poets born from tragedy?

To be man’s tender mate was woman born, and in obeying nature she best serves the purposes of heaven.

Between holding on and letting go october discerns october knows, that life lurks between the clouds of death and death breathes with every rebirth.

Even when the blood in my veins is the same as them, every cell in my body is against becoming like them. What a curse it is to hate the very thing that birth you.

When a writer is born into a family, the family is finished.