The man who utters lies defiles not only the air, but his own heart. The man who counts gold pieces in the dark has only gold for his sun and is miserable.
Both man and the air are purified by movement.
By using our hands we become strong; by using our brains, wise; and by using our hearts, merciful.
When the cow lies down to ruminate and a man goes to do evil, the cow is better than the man.
When an oak turns towards the sun to enjoy its life, and a man comes with an axe to cut it down, the oak is better than the man.
A gold piece lying shining in the dust is better than the man attempting to steal it.
Life has silken wings, but Death uses iron scissors.
Our disappointments prove only that Fate refuses to further our projects in life.