There is nothing that making men rich and strong but that which they carry inside of them. True wealth is of the heart, not of the hand.

The superior man acquaints himself with many sayings of antiquity and many deeds of the past, in order to strengthen his character thereby.

Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.

Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.

Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand; For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mast'ry.

I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat.

To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering.