Tis pleasant to stand on shore and watch others labouring in a stormy sea.
It is pleasurable, when winds disturb the waves of a great sea, to gaze out from land upon the great trials of another.
The mind like a sick body can be healed and changed by medicine.
Things stand apart so far and differ, that What's food for one is poison for another.
What can give us more sure knowledge than our senses? How else can we distinguish between the true and the false?
From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.