Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.
I looked back at the summit of the mountain, which seemed but a cubit high in comparison with the height of human contemplation, were in not too often merged in the corruptions of the earth.
How fortune brings to earth the over-sure!
He loves but lightly who his love can tell.
It is better to will the good than to know the truth.
Books can warm the heart with friendly words and counsel, entering into a close relationship with us which is articulate and alive