Drive Nature from your door with a pitchfork, and she will return again and again.
Here, or nowhere, is the thing we seek.
The Sun, the stars and the seasons as they pass, some can gaze upon these with no strain of fear.
The covetous are always in want.
The wolf dreads the pitfall, the hawk suspects the snare, and the kite the covered hook.
Those who say nothing about their poverty will obtain more than those who turn beggars.