The small courtesies sweeten life; the greater ennoble it.
The worth of a book is a matter of expressed juices.
Troubles forereckoned are doubly suffered.
Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.
As threshing separates the wheat from the chaff, so does affliction purify virtue.
Truth, like the sun, submits to be obscured; but, like the sun, only for a time.