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.
Silence is true wisdom's best reply.
Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.
Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.
The mob gets out of hand, runs wild, worse than raging fire, while the man who stands apart is called a coward.
To the fool, he who speaks wisdom will sound foolish.