Many Priceless Things Can Be Bought.

Whoever Prefers The Material Comforts Of Life Over Intellectual Wealth Is Like The Owner Of A Palace Who Moves Into The Servants’ Quarters And Leaves The Sumptuous Rooms Empty.

Accident Is Veiled Necessity.

With Our Parents We Bury Our Past, With Our Children Our Future.

Even Virtue Is An Art; And Even Its Devotees Are Divided Into Those Who Practise It And Those Who Are Merely Amateurs.

Wit Is An Intermittent Fountain; Kindness Is A Perennial Spring.