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.

Error is a hardy plant; it flourishes in every soil.

Extravagance is the rich man's pitfall.

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

If thou art master to thyself, circumstances shall harm thee little.

Naples sitteth by the sea, keystone of an arch of azure.

Alike to the slave and his oppressor cometh night with sweet refreshment, and half of the life of the most wretched is gladdened by the soothings of sleep.