Lies can destroy, but not create.

A spark is a little thing, yet it may kindle the world.

Not few nor light are the burdens of life; then load it not with heaviness of spirit.

Every green herb, from the lotus to the darnel, is rich with delicate aids to help incurious man.

O Death, what are thou? nurse of dreamless slumbers freshening the fevered flesh to a wakefulness eternal.

Rashly, nor ofttimes truly, doth man pass judgment on his brother; for he seeth not the springs of the heart, nor heareth the reasons of the mind.

Thou hast seen many sorrows, travel-stained pilgrim of the world, But that which hath vexed thee most, hath been the looking for evil; And though calamities have crossed thee, and misery been heaped on thy head, Yet ills that never happened, have chiefly made thee wretched.