And do you count for nothing God who fights for us?
Ah, why can't I know if I love, or if I hate?
A benefit cited by way of reproach is equivalent to an injury.
He who bridles the fury of the billows knows also to put a stop to the secret plans of the wicked. Submitting with respect to His holy will, I fear God, and have no other fear.
Sir, that much prudence calls for too much worry; I cannot foresee misfortunes so far away.
Do not they bring it to pass by knowing that they know nothing at all?