The teacher is like the candle which lights others in consuming itself.
Curses are like processions. They return to the place from which they came.
Beauty is an exquisite flower, and its perfume is virtue.
More people laugh at us than with us, however it may appear at the moment.
A human heart is a skein of such imperceptibly and subtly interwoven threads that even the owner of it is often himself at a loss how to unravel it.
The perception of the beautiful is gradual, and not a lightning revelation; it requires not only time, but some study.