I am above being injured by fortune, though she steals away much, more will remain with me. The blessing I now enjoy transcend fear.
The lamp burns bright when wick and oil are clean.
The man who has experienced shipwreck shudders even at a calm sea.
When a rose dies, a thorn is left behind.
Today is truly the Golden Age: gold buys hornor, gold procures love
We are slow to believe that which if believed would hurt our feelings.