Hate furroweth the brow; and a man may frown till he hateth.
Humility mainly becometh the converse of man with his Maker.
Men scanning the surface count the wicked happy; they see not the frightful dreams that crowd a bad man's pillow.
Extravagance is the rich man's pitfall.
A man looketh on his little one as a being of better hope; in himself ambition is dead, but it bath a resurrection in his son.
Power is seldom innocent, and envy is the yokefellow of eminence.