Be it mine to draw from wisdom's fount, pure as it flows, that calm of soul which virtue only knows.

Black smoke, the flickering sister of fire.

Justice shines in very smoky homes, and honors the righteous; but the gold-spangled mansions where the hands are unclean she leaves with eyes averted.

God always strives together with those who strive.

Alas for the affairs of men! When they are fortunate you might compare them to a shadow; and if they are unfortunate, a wet sponge with one dash wipes the picture away.

For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.

For it would be better to die once and for all than to suffer pain for all one's life.