Every wind is fare when we are flying from misfortune.

To many men much-wandering hope comes as a boon, but to many others it is the deception of vain desires.

The eyes of men love to pluck the blossoms from the faded flowers they turn away.

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.

To those who err in judgment, not in will, anger is gentle.

One's own escape from troubles makes one glad; but bringing friends to trouble is hard grief.

Despair often breeds disease.