A man doesn't learn to understand anything unless he loves it.

The deed is everything, the glory is naught.

A leaf that is destined to grow large is full of grooves and wrinkles at the start. Now if one has no patience and wants it smooth offhand like a willow leaf, there is trouble ahead.

There is nothing insignificant in the world. It all depends on how one looks at it.

As man is, so is his God. And thus is God oft strangely odd.

The thinking person has the strange characteristic to like to create a fantasy in the place of the unsolved problem, a fantasy that stays with the person even when the problem has been solved and truth made its appearance.

Wine rejoices the heart of man and joy is the mother of all virtues.