Enough is abundance to the wise.
One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives.
It is the wise man's part to leave in darkness everything that is ugly.
Happy the man whose lot it is to know The secrets of the earth. He hastens not To work his fellows hurt by unjust deeds, But with rapt admiration contemplates Immortal Nature's ageless harmony, And how and when the order came to be.
The wise with hope support the pains of life.
Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.