There is a cunning which we in England call the rning of the cat in the pan.
Truth can never be reached by just listening to the voice of an authority.
When a bee stings, she dies. She cannot sting and live. When men sting, their better selves die. Every sting kills a better instinct. Men must not turn bees and kill themselves in stinging others.
He who desires solitude is either an animal or a god.
Who ever is out of patience is out of possession of their soul.
Praise is the reflection of virtue.