Young horses who cannot bear the whip or spur find life hard. At every smart they start forward and rush to their destruction, and when the way is stony and difficult, they know no better expedient than to overturn the cart and gallop madly away.

There is so much one would rather not believe until one has seen for oneself whether it is true.

More die in flight than in battle.

He who is sorrowful can force himself to smile, but he who is glad cannot weep.

What is so certain of victory as patience?

For what is man's soul but a flame? It flickers in and around the body of a man as does the flame around the rough log.

Women can do nothing that has permanence.