Not few nor light are the burdens of life; then load it not with heaviness of spirit.

Yet is beauty the pleasing trickery that cheateth half the world.

Search out the wisdom of nature, there is depth in all her doings; she seemeth prodigal of power, yet her rules are the maxims of frugality.

Deceit and treachery skulk with hatred, but an honest spirit flieth with anger.

None is poor but the mean in mind, the timorous, the weak, and unbelieving; none is wealthy but the affluent in soul, who is satisfied and floweth over.

As thou directest the power, harm or advantage will follow, and the torrent that swept the valley may be led to turn a mill.

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.