Mortal men ask God for good things every day, but they never pray that they may make good use of them.

You are running to seek your friend. Let your feet run, but your mind need not.

Laurel crowns cleave to deserts And power to him who power exerts; Hast not thy share? On winged feet, Lo! it rushes thee to meet; . . .

In these times I don't, in a manner of speaking, know what I want; perhaps I don't want what I know and want what I don't know.

Mortal men ask God for good things every day, but they never pray that they may make good use of them.

Everyone believes that he abounds in wisdom, but is short of money.

Never worry about anything. Live in the present. Live now. Be happy.