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

To quit this troubled world is better than to enter it: the rosebud enters the garden with straitened heart and departs smiling.

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

In this market every head has a different fancy: everyone winds his turban in a different fashion.

The rosary in the hand, repentance on the lips, and the heart full of sinful longings-sin itself laughs at our repentance!

The touchstone of false friends is the day of need: by way of proof, ask a loan from your friends.

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.