And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.

For just experience tells, in every soil, That those that think must govern those that toil.

Death when unmasked shows us a friendly face and is a terror only at a distance.

Silence is become his mother tongue.

The world is like a vast sea: mankind like a vessel sailing on its tempestuous bosom. ... [T]he sciences serve us for oars.

Our chief comforts often produce our greatest anxieties, and the increase in our possessions is but an inlet to new disquietudes.

The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love.