Let passion fill your sails, but let reason be your rudder.

Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.

Death changes nothing but the mask that covers our faces.

In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

The truly just is he who feels half guilty of your misdeeds.

Because the soul is like a flower that folds its petals when dark comes, and breathes not its fragrance into the phantoms of the night.

The biggest thing in today's sorrow is the memory of yesterday's joy.