There are people who laugh to show their fine teeth; and there are those who cry to show their good hearts.

What is experience? A poor little hut constructed from the ruins of the palace of gold and marble called our illusions.

Not all of those to whom we do good love us, neither do all those to whom we do evil hate us.

I look at what I have not and think myself unhappy; others look at what I have and think me happy.

Evil often triumphs, but never conquers.

God is a shower to the heart burned up with grief; God is a sun to the face deluged with tears.

The Holy Scriptures praise the dew of the morning and the dew of the evening; ros matutinum, ros serotinum! Happy is he who possesses the gift of tears! when young, he will bear flowers; when old, fruit!