O Death, what are thou? nurse of dreamless slumbers freshening the fevered flesh to a wakefulness eternal.
Love with life is heaven; and life, unloving, hell.
Blunted unto goodness is the heart which anger never stirreth, but that which hatred swelleth, is keen to carve out evil.
Mind is a kingdom to the man who gathereth his pleasure from ideas.
Pain adds rest unto pleasure, and teaches the luxury of health.
A juggler's skill hath been long years alearning.