There Is No End To One's Faults.

While People Judge Others From Their Own Moral Standpoint, The Wise Person Looks Also At The Point Of View Of Another.

Our Virtues Are Made By Love, And Our Sins Are Caused By The Lack Of It.

The Bringers Of Joy Have Always Been The Children Of Sorrow.

Silence Is The Adornment Of The Wise, And For The Foolish The Only Dignity Possible.

Repose Is The Secret Of All Contemplation And Meditation, The Secret Of Getting In Tune With That Aspect Of Life Which Is The Essence Of All Things. When One Is Not Accustomed To Take Repose, One Does Not Know What Is Behind One's Being.