It is well to lie fallow for a while.

The seeds of first instructions are dropp'd into the deepest furrows.

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

Speech is the golden harvest that followeth the flowering of thought.

As frost to the bud, and blight to the blossom, even such is self-interest to friendship; for confidence cannot dwell where selfishness is porter at the gate.

Alike to the slave and his oppressor cometh night with sweet refreshment, and half of the life of the most wretched is gladdened by the soothings of sleep.

Hope and be happy that all's for the best!