Life is one long struggle in the dark.
And life is given to none freehold, but it is leasehold for all.
The drops of rain make a hole in the stone, not by violence, but by oft falling.
From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
Thus the sum of things is ever being reviewed, and mortals dependent one upon another. Some nations increase, others diminish, and in a short space the generations of living creatures are changed and like runners pass on the torch of life.
Such are the heights of wickedness to which men are driven by religion.
What is food to one man is bitter poison to others.
The greatest wealth is to live content with little, for there is never want where the mind is satisfied.
Victory puts us on a level with heaven.
The fall of dropping water wears away the Stone.