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.
Spurn not a seeming error, but dig below its surface for the truth.
Speech is the golden harvest that followeth the flowering of thought.
Let the misanthrope shun men and abjure; the most are rather lovable than hateful.
Power is seldom innocent, and envy is the yokefellow of eminence.
Lay not the plummet to the line; religion hath no landmarks; no human keenness can discern the subtle shades of faith.