Flowers and fruit are never combined in one place: it is impossible that teeth and delicacies should exist simultaneously.

What does it profit you that all the libraries of the world should be yours? Not knowledge but what one does with knowledge is your profit.

Peace is in proportion to every pause: observe the difference between to run, to walk, to stand, to sit, to lie, to die.

The life of this transitory world is the expectation of death: to renounce life is to escape from the expectation of annihilation.

Ten doors are opened if one door be shut: the finger is the interpreter of the dumb man's tongue.

If I am mad, then who on the face of the earth is sane? If you are sane, then there is no madman in the world.

The march of good fortune has backward slips: to retreat one or two paces gives wings to the jumper.