Whatever is well said by another, is mine.

Whatever begins, also ends

Whatever has overstepped its due bounds is always in a state of instability.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Whatever one of us blames in another, each one will find in his own heart.

It is another's fault if he be ungrateful, but it is mine if I do not give. To find one thankful man, I will oblige a great many that are not so.