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!

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

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

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

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

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