True friends appear less moved than counterfeit.

Nor can one word be chang'd but for a worse.

Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspired.

A man who has been through bitter experiences and travelled far enjoys even his sufferings after a time

Men in their generations are like the leaves of the trees. The wind blows and one year's leaves are scattered on the ground; but the trees burst into bud and put on fresh ones when the spring comes round.

And by the Sacred Parchment, I swear that if I reveal the secrets of The Stonecutters, may my stomach become bloated and my head be plucked of all but three hairs

Beauty- it was a glorious gift of nature.