Oh, what a vileness human beauty is; corroding, corrupting everything it touches.
Ignorance of one's misfortunes is clear gain.
Disaster appears, to crush one man now, but afterward another.
To the ignorant, even the words of wise seem foolishness.
The brash unbridled tongue, the lawless folly of fools, will end in pain. But the life of wise content is blest with quietness, escapes the storm and keeps its house secure.
The worst, the least curable hatred is that which has superseded deep love.