No one ever sowed the grain of generosity who gathered not up the harvest of the desire of his heart.

The rose and thorn, the treasure and dragon, joy and sorrow, all mingle into one.

That which is not allotted the hand cannot reach; what is allotted you will find wherever you may be.

People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock, and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.

So long as money can answer, it were wrong in any business to put the life in danger.

Avoid that which an enemy tells you to do; for if you follow his advice, you will smite your, knees with the hand of sorrow. If he shows you a road straight as an arrow, turn from it and go the other way.

The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.