The brash unbridled tongue, the lawless folly of fools, will end in pain. But the life of wise content is blest with quietness, escapes the storm and keeps its house secure.

To a father growing old nothing is dearer than a daughter.

In the hands of vicious men, a mob will do anything. But under good leaders it's quite a different story.

Chance fights ever on the side of the prudent.

God hates violence. He has ordained that all men fairly possess their property, not seize it.

Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.

Learned we may be with another man's learning: we can only be wise with wisdom of our own: [I hate a sage who is not wise for himself]