Pluck your flowers
of the present;
press them in the book of time,
that you may glory in their
fragrance and beauty when the
future makes them
memories of the past
 
 

If one abuses you, there is a temptation to answer back, or to be revenged.  One should be on guard against this natural reaction.  It is like spitting against the wind, it harms no one but oneself.  It is like sweeping dust against the wind, it does not get rid of the dust but defiles oneself.   Misfortune always dogs the steps of one who gives way to the desire for revenge
 
 

Real tears are not those that fall from the eyes and cover the face, but those that fall from the heart and cover the soul