Not all things are to be discovered; many are better concealed.
Men whose wit has been mother of villainy once have learned from it to be evil in all things.
We have only a little time to please the living. But all eternity to love the dead.
Now I see that going out into the testing ground of men it is the tongue and not the deed that wins the day.
Wisdom is a dreadful thing when it brings no knowledge to its possessor.
Dark, dark! The horror of darkness, like a shroud, wraps me and bears me on through mist and cloud.