As threshing separates the wheat from the chaff, so does affliction purify virtue.

The great artist is a slave to his ideals.

Winter is the night of vegetation.

Pride is like the beautiful acacia, that lifts its head proudly above its neighbor plants-forgetting that it too, like them, has its roots in the dirt.

The heart contracts as the pocket expands.

Doubt whom you will, but never yourself.

The method of the enterprising is to plan with audacity and execute with vigor.