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.

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.

Memory is not wisdom; idiots can by rote repeat volumes. Yet what is wisdom without memory?

Trifles lighter than straws are levers in the building up of character.

A spark is a little thing, yet it may kindle the world.

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

Well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech.