Happiness is brief. It will not stay. God batters at its sails.
The unrighteous are never really fortunate.
Why do we make so much of knowledge, struggle so hard to get some little skill not worth the effort?
Much effort, much prosperity.
Let no one think of me that I am humble or weak or passive; let them understand I am of a different kind: dangerous to my enemies, loyal to my friends. To such a life glory belongs.
The little done doth vanish to the mind which forward sees how much remains to do.