O Death, what are thou? nurse of dreamless slumbers freshening the fevered flesh to a wakefulness eternal.

Speech is reason's brother, and a kingly prerogative of man.

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

Men scanning the surface count the wicked happy; they see not the frightful dreams that crowd a bad man's pillow.

Be understood in thy teaching, and instruct to this measure of capacity; precepts and rules are repulsive to a child, but happy illustration winneth him.

To despond is to lie ungrateful beforehand. Be not looking for evil. Often thou drainest the gall of fear while evil is passing by thy dwelling.

If wealth come, beware of him, the smooth, false friend! There is treachery in his proffered hand; his tongue is eloquent to tempt; lust of many harms is lurking in his eye; he hath a hollow heart; use him cautiously.