The greatest wealth is to live content with little, for there is never want where the mind is satisfied.
Though the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows.
Vineyards and shining harvests, pastures, arbors,
And all this our very utmost toil
Can hardly care for, we wear down our strength
Whether in oxen or in men, we dull
The edges of our ploughshares, and in return
Our fields turn mean and stingy, underfed,
And so today the farmer shakes his head,
More and more often sighing that his work,
The labour of his hands, has come to naught.
From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.
Pleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril.
O deaf to nature and to Heaven’s command, against thyself to lift the murdering hand!—Oh, damned despair, to shun the living light, and plunge thy guilty soul in endless night!
For as children tremble and fear everything in the blind darkness, so we in the light sometimes fear what is no more to be feared than the things children in the dark hold in terror and imagine will come true.
Watch a man in times of… adversity to discover what kind of man he is; for then at last words of truth are drawn from the depths of his heart, and the mask is torn off.
From the midst of the very fountain of pleasure, something of bitterness arises to vex us in the flower of enjoyment.
No fact is so simple that it is not harder to believe than to doubt at the first presentation. Equally, there is nothing so mighty or so marvelous that the wonder it evokes does not tend to diminish in time.
Pleasant it is, when over a great sea the winds trouble the waters, to gaze from shore upon another’s great tribulation; not because any man’s troubles are a delectable joy, but because to perceive you are free of them yourself is pleasant.
What came from the earth returns back to the earth, and the spirit that was sent from heaven, again carried back, is received into the temple of heaven.
What is food to one, is to others bitter poison.
Fly no opinion because it is new, but strictly search, and after careful view, reject it if false, embrace it if ’tis true.
It is great wealth to a soul to live frugally with a contented mind.
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