Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
From John Dryden
Love is love's reward.
God never made His work for man to mend.
What passions cannot music raise or quell?
A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
Honor is but an empty bubble.
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
And plenty makes us poor.
Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
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