Life is good, but not life in itself.
That man is great, and he alone, Who serves a greatness not his own, For neither praise nor self: Content to know and be unknown: Whole in himself.
Rest is sweet after strife.
Heaven's slow but sure redress of human ills.
There is purpose in pain; otherwise it were devilish.
The world is a nettle; disturb it, it stings. Grasp it firmly, it stings not.