At first we hope too much and later on, not enough.
When unhappy, one doubts everything when happy one doubts nothing.
God is a shower to the heart burned up with grief; God is a sun to the face deluged with tears.
Not all of those to whom we do good love us, neither do all those to whom we do evil hate us.
Everything that is exquisite hides itself.
Present unhappiness is selfish; past sorrow is compassionate.