The way of God is complex, he is hard for us to predict. He moves the pieces and they come somehow into a kind of order.

Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.

Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday. Tragedy isn't getting something or failure to get it; it's losing something you already have. Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.

Few have greater riches than the joy That comes to us in visions, In dreams which nobody can take away.

Events will take their course, it is no good of being angry at them; he is happiest who wisely turns them to the best account.

Evil men by their own nature cannot ever prosper.

The wife should yield in all things to her lord