Dependence on another is perpetual disappointment.

I had no shoes and complained, until I met a man who had no feet.

He who allows his day to pass by without practicing generosity and enjoying life's pleasures is like a blacksmith's bellows: he breathes but does not live.

For every seed a corresponding fruit.

Can there be a love which does not make demands on its object?

I have lanced many boils, but none pained like my own.