Persuade thyself that imperfection and inconvenience are the natural lot of mortals, and there will be no room for discontent, neither for despair.

There are seven emotions: joy, anger, anxiety, adoration, grief, fear, and hate, and if a man does not give way to these he can be called patient.

Give the peasants neither life nor death.

Let thy step be slow and steady, that thou stumble not.

Find fault with thyself rather than with others.

Little Bird if you do not sing for me, I will wait for you

Life is like unto a long journey with a heavy burden.