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.

Ridicule is a weak weapon when pointed at a strong mind; but common people are cowards and dread an empty laugh.

Happiness is a roadside flower growing on the highways of usefulness; plucked, it shall wither in thy hand; passed by, it is fragrance to thy spirit. Trample the thyme beneath thy feet; be useful, be happy.

Men scanning the surface count the wicked happy; they see not the frightful dreams that crowd a bad man's pillow.

A juggler's skill hath been long years alearning.

Well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech.

One single glance will conquer all descriptions.