The greatest pleasure of life is love.
Judge a tree from its fruit, not from its leaves.
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 man whom heaven helps has friends enough.
This is sweet to see your foe, perish and pay to justice all he owes.
Surely again, to heal men's wounds by music's spell.