Yet is beauty the pleasing trickery that cheateth half the world.
Spurn not a seeming error, but dig below its surface for the truth.
As thou directest the power, harm or advantage will follow, and the torrent that swept the valley may be led to turn a mill.
Hatred is the atmosphere of hell.
A good book is the best of friends, the same today and forever.
The most wretched have yet hope.