Vain are the thousand creeds that move men's hearts, unutterably vain; >>
I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or >>
The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, the >>
Verily, great grace may go with a little gift; and precious are all th >>
Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow; Don't walk behind me, I m >>
It is easy enough to be friendly to one's friends. But to befriend the >>
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?