“My God grant me love for that which has splendor, but in this time of my life let me strive for attainable things.”

We are things of a day. What are we? What are we not? The shadow of a dream is man, no more.

There are many roads to happiness, if the gods assent.

The race of gods and men is one, and from one mother we both draw our breath. Yet all the difference in our power holds us apart, so that man is nothing, but the brazen floor of heaven is eternally unshakable.

Time is the best preserver of righteous men.

Even success softens not the heart of the envious.

The forehead of every work must shine from afar.

To each thing belongs it’s measure. Occasion is best to know.

Water is best, but gold shines like fire blazing in the night, supreme of lordly wealth.

Of the good things given between man and man, I say that a neighbor, true and loving in heart, to neighbor is a joy beyond all things else.

If any man thinks to swindle God, he is wrong.

Success abides longer among men when it is planted by the hand of God.

Rich man and poor move side by side toward the limit of death.

Various are the uses of friends, beyond all else in difficulty, but joy also looks for trust that is clear in the eyes.

Point thy tongue on the anvil of truth.

A graceful and honorable old age is the childhood of immortality.

Water is the best of all things.

For nobody is curious, who isn’t malevolent.

And once he’s clear about that reality, he gathers the strength to begin to cope.

The wailing of the newborn infant is mingled with the dirge for the dead.

In this body I built a temple, in this skin I found a home.

I hold the unconquerable belief that science and peace will triumph over ignorance and war

Death is a door life opens.

I would much rather have you believe in something I don’t agree with than to accept everything blindly.

Friendship develops even if a thousand miles apart. But should yuan fen be absent between two individuals