Take the good with the evil, for ye all are pensioners of God, and none may choose or refuse the cup His wisdom mixeth.

Hate furroweth the brow; and a man may frown till he hateth.

Love looketh from the eye, and kindleth love by looking.

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.

I have sped by land and sea, and mingled with much people, but never yet could find a spot unsunned by human kindness.

Lay not the plummet to the line; religion hath no landmarks; no human keenness can discern the subtle shades of faith.

A good book is the best of friends, the same today and forever.