Let tears flow of their own accord: their flowing is not inconsistent with inward peace and harmony.

The life of folly is empty of gratitude, full of anxiety; it is focused wholly on the future.

There are only a few who control themselves and their affairs by a guiding purpose; the rest do not proceed; they have merely swept along like objects afloat in a river.

As the soil, however rich it may be, cannot be productive without culture, so the mind, without cultivation, can never produce good fruit.

No possession is gratifying without a companion.

Shame may restrain what law does not prohibit.

He who would do great things should not attempt them alone.

Where the speech is corrupted, the mind is also.

Saving comes too late when you get to the bottom.

Admire those who attempt great things—even if they fail.