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

Let the misanthrope shun men and abjure; the most are rather lovable than hateful.

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

Rashly, nor ofttimes truly, doth man pass judgment on his brother; for he seeth not the springs of the heart, nor heareth the reasons of the mind.

Happiness is a roadside flower growing on the highways of usefulness; plucked, it shall wither in thy hand; passed by, it is fragrance to thy spirit. Trample the thyme beneath thy feet; be useful, be happy.

Power is seldom innocent, and envy is the yokefellow of eminence.

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