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.

To forgive freely, is what we owe to our enemy; to forget not, is what we owe to ourselves.

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

Oh, the soul keeps its youth!

It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.

In any adversity gold can find friends.

We generally get the evil we expect.