Pleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril.
Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another’s struggles.
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.
The sum of all sums is eternity.
In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
So potent was religion in persuading to evil deeds.
It is great wealth to a soul to live frugally with a contented mind.
From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.
Though the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows.