Kindness gives birth to kindness.

For this I see, that we, all we that live, Are but vain shadows, unsubstantial dreams.

Let be the future: mind the present need and leave the rest to whom the rest concerns ... present tasks claim our care: the ordering of the future rests where it should rest.

You don't know what kind of day you will have, until evening.

Now I see that going out into the testing ground of men it is the tongue and not the deed that wins the day.

The kind of man who always thinks that he is right, that his opinions, his pronouncements, are the final word, when once exposed shows nothing there. But a wise man has much to learn without a loss of dignity.

Look how men live, always precariously balanced between good and bad fortune.