May everything he treads upon become a rose!

May everything he treads upon become a rose!

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

Custom is second nature.
[Lat., Consuetudo est secunda natura.]

Custom is second nature.
[Lat., Consuetudo est secunda natura.]

Proverbs like the sacred books of each nation, are the sanctuary
of the intuitions.

Proverbs like the sacred books of each nation, are the sanctuary
of the intuitions.

To meditate an injury is to commit one.

To meditate an injury is to commit one.

He that hath no ill fortune is troubled with good.

He that hath no ill fortune is troubled with good.

Hence ye profane; I hate ye all;
Both the great vulgar, and the small.

Hence ye profane; I hate ye all;
Both the great vulgar, and the small.

Or wherefore trace, from what slight cause
Its source one tyrant passion draws,
Till mastering all within.

Or wherefore trace, from what slight cause
Its source one tyrant passion draws,
Till mastering all within.

She stands on tiptoe to be kissed.

She stands on tiptoe to be kissed.