The impartial earth opens alike for the child of the pauper and the king.
Hidden knowledge differs little from ignorance.
What has this unfeeling age of ours left untried, what wickedness has it shunned?
The words can not return.
Those who seek for much are left in want of much. Happy is he to whom God has given, with sparing hand, as much as is enough.
Gold delights to walk through the very midst of the guard, and to break its way through hard rocks, more powerful in its blow than lightning.