Suspicion is the cancer of friendship.

For though I am a body of this earth, my firm desire is born from the stars.

A short cut to riches is to subtract from our desires.

And tears are heard within the harp I touch.

Sameness is the mother of disgust, variety the cure.

Man has not a greater enemy than himself.

Events appear sad, pleasant, or painful, not because they are so in reality, but because we believe them to be so and the light in which we look at them depends upon our own judgment.