Humankind's chief fault is that they have so many small ones.
You prove your worth with your actions, not with your mouth.
Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.
Has it never occurred to us, when surrounded by sorrows, that they may be sent to us only for our instruction, as we darken the eyes of birds when we wish them to sing?
The look of a king is itself a deed.
The burden of suffering seems a tombstone hung about our necks, while in reality it is only the weight which is necessary to keep down the diver while he is hunting for pearls.