Power is seldom innocent, and envy is the yokefellow of eminence.
If thou art master to thyself, circumstances shall harm thee little.
Hate furroweth the brow; and a man may frown till he hateth.
Not few nor light are the burdens of life; then load it not with heaviness of spirit.
Hatred is the atmosphere of hell.
I have sped by land and sea, and mingled with much people, but never yet could find a spot unsunned by human kindness.