Malice drinketh its own poison.

Modesty is the clothing of talent.

I said to the almond tree, ‘'Friend, speak to me of God,’' and the almond treeblossomed.

Thedeeper the waters are, the more still they run.

The liberty of the individual must be thus far limited: He must not make himself a nuisance to other people.

Manners are the hypocrisy of a nation.

The fire you kindle for your enemy often burns yourself more than him.

Childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day

All thingsat first appear difficult.

We areall faced with a series of great opportunities brilliantly disguised asimpossible situations.

The civilisation of one epoch becomes the manure of the next.

Peoplespend a lifetime searching for happiness; looking for peace. They chase idledreams, addictions, religions, even other people, hoping to fill theemptiness that plagues them. The irony is the only place they ever needed tosearch was within.