It is in the character of very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered.
Of all the gods only death does not desire gifts.
From a small seed a mighty trunk may grow.
He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.
There is no sickness worse for me than words that to be kind must lie.
Obedience is the mother of success and is wedded to safety.
For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.
My will is mine...I shall not make it soft for you.
There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
The words of truth are simple.
Justice inclines her scales so that wisdom comes at the price of suffering.
Old men, what are they? Fast fading the leaf, Three-footed they walk, yet frail as a child, As a dream set afloat in the daylight.
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