Souls never die, but always on quitting one abode pass to another. All things change, nothing perishes. The soul passes hither and thither, occupying now this body, now that... As a wax is stamped with certain figures, then melted, then stamped anew with others, yet it is always the same wax. So, the Soul being always the same, yet wears at different times different forms.

A blow from your friend is better than a kiss from your enemy.

Salt is born of the purest parents: the sun and the sea.

Do not say a little in many words but a great deal in a few.

A stranger, if just, is not only to be preferred before a countryman, but a kinsman.

Wealth is a weak anchor, and glory cannot support a man; this is the law of God, that virtue only is firm, and cannot be shaken by a tempest.

Time is the soul of this world.