Whatever happens at all happens as it should; thou wilt find this true, if thou shouldst watch narrowly.
All that happens is as usual and familiar as the rose in spring and the crop in summer.
Nothing happens to anybody which he is not fitted by nature to bear.
The happiness and unhappiness of the rational, social animal depends not on what he feels but on what he does; just as his virtue and vice consist not in feeling but in doing.
Being asked whether it was better to marry or not, he replied, "Whichever you do, you will repent it."
It was a favourite expression of Theophrastus that time was the most valuable thing that a man could spend.
When a man reproached him for going into unclean places, he said, "The sun too penetrates into privies, but is not polluted by them."
The chief good is the suspension of the judgment, which tranquillity of mind follows like its shadow.
What is got over the Devil's back is spent under the belly.
Even opinion is of force enough to make itself to be espoused at the expense of life.
Some impose upon the world that they believe that which they do not; others, more in number, make themselves believe that they believe, not being able to penetrate into what it is to believe.
It happens as with cages: the birds without despair to get in, and those within despair of getting out.
Fortune leaves always some door open to come at a remedy.
He has done like Orbaneja, the painter of Ubeda, who, being asked what he painted, answered, "As it may hit;" and when he had scrawled out a misshapen cock, was forced to write underneath, in Gothic letters, "This is a cock."
The pen is the tongue of the mind.
Time ripens all things. No man is born wise.
Our repentance is not so much regret for the ill we have done as fear of the ill that may happen to us in consequence.
The greatest fault of a penetrating wit is to go beyond the mark.
It may be said that his wit shines at the expense of his memory.
Isocrates was in the right to insinuate, in his elegant Greek expression, that what is got over the Devil's back is spent under his belly.
We read of a certain Roman emperor who built a magnificent palace. In digging the foundation, the workmen discovered a golden sarcophagus ornamented with three circlets, on which were inscribed, "I have expended; I have given; I have kept; I have possessed; I do possess; I have lost; I am punished. What I formerly expended, I have; what I gave away, I have."
Who never ate his bread in sorrow,
Who never spent the darksome hours
Weeping, and watching for the morrow,--
He knows ye not, ye gloomy Powers.
Yet could I these two days have spent,
While still the autumn sweetly shone,
Ah, me! I might have died content
When I had looked on Carcassonne.
Only one thing is necessary: to possess God--All the senses, all the forces of the soul and of the spirit, all the exterior resources are so many open outlets to the Divinity; so many ways of tasting and of adoring God. We should be able to detach ourselves from all that is perishable and cling absolutely to the eternal and the absolute and enjoy the all else as a loan, as a usufruct.... To worship, to comprehend, to receive, to feel, to give, to act: this our law, our duty, our happiness, our heaven.
The Lord opened the mouth of the ass, and she said unto Balaam, What have I done unto thee, that thou hast smitten me these three times?