The mines of knowledge are often laid bare by the hazel-wand of chance.

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.

Deep is the sea, and deep is hell, but pride mineth deeper; it is coiled as a poisonous worm about the foundations of the soul.

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.

Speech is the golden harvest that followeth the flowering of thought.

Humility mainly becometh the converse of man with his Maker.

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