Though the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows.
The greatest wealth is to live content with little, for there is never want where the mind is satisfied.
From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.
The drops of rain make a hole in the stone, not by violence, but by oft falling.
The fall of dropping water wears away the Stone.
Pleasant it is, when over a great sea the winds trouble the waters, to gaze from shore upon another's great tribulation; not because any man's troubles are a delectable joy, but because to perceive you are free of them yourself is pleasant.
Pleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril.
What is food to one man is bitter poison to others.
It is great wealth to a soul to live frugally with a contented mind.
In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.