A juggler's skill hath been long years alearning.

It is sure to be dark if you shut your eyes.

He who commits a wrong will himself inevitably see the writing on the wall, though the world may not count him guilty.

Blunted unto goodness is the heart which anger never stirreth, but that which hatred swelleth, is keen to carve out evil.

Many a beggar at the crossway, or gray-haired shepherd on the plain, hath more of the end of all wealth than hundreds who multiply the means.

Anger is a noble infirmity; the generous failing of the just; the one degree that riseth above zeal, asserting the prerogative of virtue.

The most wretched have yet hope.