There are two things that one must get used to or one will find life unendurable: the damages of time and injustices of men.
A modicum of discord is the very spice of courtship.
Society is divided into two classes, the shearers and the shorn.
Contact with the world either breaks or hardens the heart.
Thought consoles us for all, and heals all. If at times it does you ill, ask it for the remedy for that ill and it will give it to you.
All that I've learned, I've forgotten. The little that I still know, I've guessed.