Adversities do not make a man frail. They show what sort of man he is.

Wherever you go, you will always bear yourself about with you, and so you will always find yourself.

You are a man, not God; you are human, not an angel. How can you expect to remain always in a constant state of virtue, when this was not possible even for an angel of Heaven, nor for the first man in the Garden?

Be not angry that you cannot make others as you wish them to be, since you cannot make yourself as you wish to be.

The loftier the building the deeper the foundation must be.

If you cannot mould yourself as you would wish, how can you expect other people to be entirely to your liking?