That man scorches with his brightness, who overpowers inferior capacities, yet he shall be revered when dead.
The man is either crazy or he is a poet.
Money, as it increases, becomes either the master or the slave of ts owner.
Dispel the cold, bounteously replenishing the hearth with logs.
The lofty pine is most easily brought low by the force of the wind, and the higher the tower the greater the fall thereof.
We hate merit while it is with us; when taken away from our gaze, we long for it jealously.