Drink from the presence of saints, not from those other jars.

Don't be sad! Because God sends hope in the most desperate moments. Don't forget, the heaviest rain comes out of the darkest clouds.

Do you pay regular visits to yourself? Don't argue or answer rationally. Let us die, and dying, reply.

From cane reeds, sugar. From a worm's cocoon, silk. Be patient if you can, and from sour grapes will come something sweet.

The Past, the Future, O dear, is from you; you should regard both these as one.

I died from a mineral and plant became, Died from the plant, took a sentient frame; Died from the beast, donned a human dress - When by my dying did I ever grow less.

We often need to be refreshed.