Gratitude is heaven itself.

And is he honest who resists his genius or conscience only for the sake of present ease or gratification

If you trap the moment before it's ripe, The tears of repentence you'll certainly wipe; But if once you let the ripe moment go You can never wipe off the tears of woe.

The fox condemns the trap, not himself.

The pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory.

The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.

When I tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those that do.