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

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

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 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.

Become placeless, for to change this place of water and clay is but to move from one prison to another.

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