Silence is true wisdom's best reply.

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 mob gets out of hand, runs wild, worse than raging fire, while the man who stands apart is called a coward.

We must take care of our minds because we cannot benefit from beauty when our brains are missing.

I loathe a friend whose gratitude grows old, a friend who takes his friend's prosperity but will not voyage with him in his grief

Man's best possession is a sympathetic wife.

Time will explain it all. He is a talker, and needs no questioning before he speaks.