Proverbs were bright shafts in the Greek and Latin quivers.
Unlike the sun, intellectual luminaries shine brightest after they set.
True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it is lost.
Money is the most envied, but the least enjoyed. Health is the most enjoyed, but the least envied.
Time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future is not come, and the present becomes the past, even while we attempt to define it.
Wealth after all is a relative thing since he that has little and wants less is richer than he that has much and wants more.
He that is good will infallibly become better, and he that is bad will as certainly become worse; for vice, virtue, and time are three things that never stand still.
What is the matter with these people, these people who won't stop fighting, won't stop hurting each other. . . ?
The poet's pen is the true divining rod Which trembles towards the inner founts of feeling; Bringing to light and use, else hid from all, The many sweet clear sources which we have of good and beauty in our own deep bosoms; And marks the variations of all mind As does the needle.
In the autumn I gathered all my sorrows and buried them in my garden. And when April returned and spring came to wed the earth, there grew in my garden beautiful flowers unlike all other flowers. And my neighbors came to behold them, and they all said to me, "When autumn comes again, at seeding time, will you not give us of the seeds of these flowers that we may have them in our gardens?"
I am not the one who loves - It's love that chooses me. When hatred with his package comes, you forbid delivery. . .