A brave man thinks no one his superior who does him an injury, for he has it then in his power to make himself superior to the other by forgiving it.

The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.

Music resembles poetry, in each Are nameless graces which no methods teach, And which a master hand alone can reach.

Did some more sober critics come abroad? If wrong, I smil'd; if right, I kiss'd the rod.

The scripture in times of disputes is like an open town in times of war, which serves in differently the occasions of both parties.

When to the Permanent is sacrificed the Mutable, the prize is thine: the drop returneth whence it came. The Open Path leads to the changeless change - Non-Being, the glorious state of Absoluteness, the Bliss past human thought.

No craving void left aching in the soul.