Oh God, I say not hear my prayers! I say: Blot with forgiving pen my sins away!

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

Where the hand of tyranny is long we do not see the lips of men open with laughter.

Use a sweet tongue, courtesy, and gentleness, and thou mayest manage to guide an elephant by a hair.

The covetous map explores the whole world in pursuit of a subsistence, and fate is close at his heels.

He, who learns and makes no use of his learning, is a beast of burden, with a load of books.

Publish not men's secret faults, for by disgracing them you make yourself of no repute.