Holiness comes by holy deeds. Not starving flesh of daily needs.
Joy and sorrow, beauty and deformity, equally pass away.
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.
It is safer to be silent than to reveal one's secret to any one, and telling him not to mention it.
Wherever the tree of beneficence takes root, it sends forth branches beyond the sky!
The covetous map explores the whole world in pursuit of a subsistence, and fate is close at his heels.