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.
Pain adds rest unto pleasure, and teaches the luxury of health.
Love with life is heaven; and life, unloving, hell.
Humility mainly becometh the converse of man with his Maker.
Power is seldom innocent, and envy is the yokefellow of eminence.
Thou hast seen many sorrows, travel-stained pilgrim of the world, But that which hath vexed thee most, hath been the looking for evil; And though calamities have crossed thee, and misery been heaped on thy head, Yet ills that never happened, have chiefly made thee wretched.