The purer the golden vessel, the more readily is it bent; the higher worth of woman is sooner lost than that of man.

Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray.

Humanity is never so beautiful as when praying for forgiveness, or else forgiving another.

There is a joy in sorrow which none but a mourner can know.

You prove your worth with your actions, not with your mouth.

I have made as much out of myself as could be made of the stuff, and no man should require more.

The look of a king is itself a deed.