The experience of this sweet life.

You shall find out how salt is the taste of another man's bread, and how hard is the way up and down another man's stairs.

There is a gentle thought that often springs to life in me, because it speaks of you.

And as he, who with laboring breath has escaped from the deep to the shore, turns to the perilous waters and gazes.

Conscience, that boon companion who sets a man free under the strong breastplate of innocence, that bids him on and fear not.

The wisest are the most annoyed at the loss of time.

Often a retrospect delights the mind.