Happiness Is Composed Of Misfortunes Avoided.

I Am Thankful That Thorns Have Roses.

A Woman Who Writes Commits Two Sins; She Increases The Number Of Books, And Decreases The Number Of Women.

One Expresses Well Only The Love He Does Not Feel.

Uncertainty Is The Worst Of All Evils Until The Moment When Reality Makes Us Regret Uncertainty.

Happiness Is Composed Of Misfortunes Avoided.