That which deceives us and does us harm, also undeceives us and does us good.

There is a slowness in affairs which ripens them, and a slowness which rots them.

Pleasure once tasted satisfies less than the desire experienced for its torments.

It is a very rare thing for a man of talent to succeed by his talent.

Friendship is the ideal; friends are the reality; reality always remains far apart from the ideal.

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.