A man of virtue, judgment, and prudence speaks not until there is silence.

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

If thou covetest riches, ask not but for contentment, which is an immense treasure.

A little and a little, collected together, becomes a great deal; the heap in the barn consists of single grains, and drop and drop make the inundation.

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

But for the cravings of the belly not a bird would have fallen into the snare; nay, nay, the fowler would not have spread his net. The belly is chains to the hands and fetters to the feet. He who is a slave to his belly seldom worships God.

Whoever has his foe at his mercy, and does not kill him, is his own enemy