A stranger's rose is but a thorn.
At the Throne of Glory it is not the nobly-born that are beloved, but the nobly-risen.
A people's memory is history; and as a man without a memory, so a people without a history cannot grow wiser, better.
Don't look up to heaven, for what will you see in the sky, except stars, luminous but cold, wholly insensitive to pity?
A heap of bricks is not yet a house.
In this world it is very dangerous to be weak.