Beware the fury of a patient man.
We first make our habits, and then our habits make us.
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.
Great wits are sure to madness near allied, and thin partitions do their bounds divide.
He who would search for pearls must dive below.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
There is a pleasure in being mad which none but madmen know.
But love's a malady without a cure.
Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
Love is love's reward.
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
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.
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
Even victors are by victories undone.
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
Self-defence is Nature's eldest law.
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.
