That poverty is no disaster is understood by everyone who has not yet succumbed to the madness of greed and luxury that turns everything topsy-turvy.

A dwarf is small even if he stands on a mountain; a colossus keeps his height, even if he stands in a well.

It takes the whole of life to learn how to live, and - even more surprising - it takes the whole of life to learn how to die.

He may as well not thank at all, who thanks when none are by.

The Fates guide those who go willingly. Those who do not, they drag.

Nature does not reveal all her secrets at once. We imagine we are initiated in her mysteries: we are, as yet, but hanging around her outer courts.

Where silence is not allowed, what then is permissible?