Old men's prayers for death are lying prayers, in which they abuse old age and long extent of life. But when death draws near, not one is willing to die, and age no longer is a burden to them.

No man on earth is truly free, All are slaves of money or necessity. Public opinion or fear of prosecution forces each one, against his conscience, to conform.

The man whom heaven helps has friends enough.

The fountains of sacred rivers flow upwards (i.e., everything is turned topsy turvy).

The best and safest thing is to keep a balance in your life, acknowledge the great powers around us and in us. If you can do that, and live that way, you are really a wise man.

No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.

There is something in the pang of change more than the heart can bear, unhappiness remembering happiness.