Poverty snatches the reins out of the hand of piety.
Every person thinks his own intellect perfect, and his own child handsome.
Inflict not on an enemy every injury in your power, for he may afterwards become your friend.
Whatever is produced in haste goes hastily to waste.
If thou tellest the sorrows of thy heart, let it be to him in whose countenance thou mayst be assured of prompt consolation.
There is a difference between him who claspeth his mistress in his arms, and him whose eyes are fixed on the door expecting her.