I was complaining that I had no shoes till I met a man who had no feet.
Only after Winter comes do we know that the pine and the cypress are the last to fade.
I have not seen one who loves virtue as he loves beauty.
If I do not participate in the sacrifice, it is as if I did not sacrifice at all.
At seventy, I could follow the dictates of my own heart; for what I desired no longer overstepped the boundaries of right.
If you would one day renovate yourself, do so from day to day.