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.

Let the misanthrope shun men and abjure; the most are rather lovable than hateful.

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

Love looketh from the eye, and kindleth love by looking.

One single glance will conquer all descriptions.

Knowledge is leagued with the universe, and findeth a friend in all things; but ignorance is everywhere a stranger, unwelcome; ill at ease and out of place.

Power is seldom innocent, and envy is the yokefellow of eminence.