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.
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.
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.
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.