... the evil that comes out of your lips, into your own bosom will fall.

a little misgiving in the beginning of things, means much regret in the end of them.

Solitude is such a potential thing. We hear voices in solitude, we never hear in the hurry and turmoil of life; we receive counsels and comforts, we get under no other condition.

In any adversity gold can find friends.

There is no corner too quiet, or too far away, for a woman to make sorrow in it.

Death is like the setting of the sun. The sun never sets; life never ceases. ... we think the sun sets, and it never ceases shining; we think our friends die, and they never cease living.

move not in your anger; it is like putting to sea in a tempest.