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.

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

Formerly, people used to grieve over the departed, but in our days they grieve over the survivors.

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

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

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

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