How beautiful is modesty! It winneth upon all beholders; but a word or a glance may destroy the pure love that should have been for thee.
Hate furroweth the brow; and a man may frown till he hateth.
Men scanning the surface count the wicked happy; they see not the frightful dreams that crowd a bad man's pillow.
Humility mainly becometh the converse of man with his Maker.
Love with life is heaven; and life, unloving, hell.
Not few nor light are the burdens of life; then load it not with heaviness of spirit.