A juggler's skill hath been long years alearning.
Well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech.
Error is a hardy plant; it flourishes in every soil.
Men scanning the surface count the wicked happy; they see not the frightful dreams that crowd a bad man's pillow.
Deceit and treachery skulk with hatred, but an honest spirit flieth with anger.
Love, a brilliant fire, to gladden or consume.