Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent.
You have to do your own growing no matter how tall your grandfather was.
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.
Nothing is forever except change.
Do not hate anybody, because that hatred which comes out from you must, in the long run, come back to you.
Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent.
You have to do your own growing no matter how tall your grandfather was.
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
The roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branches fruitful.
Nothing is forever except change.
Do not hate anybody, because that hatred which comes out from you must, in the long run, come back to you.