This body is not a home, but an inn; and that only for a short time.
Light cares cry out; the great ones still are dumb.
I never come back home with the same moral character I went out with; something or other becomes unsettled where I had achieved internal peace; some one or other of the things I had put to flight reappears on the scene.
Greed's worst point is its ingratitude.
Men's language is as their lives.
It is never too late to learn what is always necessary to know.