We haven't time to spare to hear whether it was between Italy and Sicily that he ran into a storm or somewhere outside the world we know-when every day we're running into our own storms, spiritual storms, and driven by vice into all the troubles that Ulysses ever knew.

No one can keep a mask on long.

What is required is not a lot words, but effectual ones.

Disease is not of the body but of the place.

Whatever one of us blames in another, each one will find in his own heart.

He grieves more than is necessary who grieves before any cause for sorrow has arisen.

If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favourable.