“All things change; nothing perishes.”

Poetry comes fine-spun from a mind at peace.

Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses.

I am a shipwrecked man who fears every sea.

Not knowing what he sees, he adores the sight; That false face fools and fuels his delight.

There is more refreshment and stimulation in a nap, even of the briefest, than in all the alcohol ever distilled.

At times it is folly to hasten at other times, to delay. The wise do everything in its proper time.

God himself helps those who dare.

You will go most safely by the middle way.

There is a certain pleasure in weeping.

A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn; it can be stabbed to death by a quip and worried to death by a frown on the right man’s brow.

Anything cracked will shatter at a touch.

First appearance deceives many.

A prince should be slow to punish, and quick to reward.

If you want to be loved, be lovable.

I grabbed a pile of dust, and holding it up, foolishly asked for as many birthdays as the grains of dust, I forgot to ask that they be years of youth.

Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you.