Sorrow, like rain makes roses and mud.

If you combine all the spectral rays into a single beam, you get white light; and, if you combine all the virtues into a single beam, you get charity.

In levying taxes and in shearing sheep, it is well to stop when you get down to the skin.

Religion often gets credit for curing rascals when old age is the real medicine.

There is likely to be beauty wherever proportion exists.

A hole is nothing at all, but you can break your neck in it.

Happiness is the harvest of a quiet eye.