Man spends his life in reasoning on the past, in complaining of the present, in fearing future.
Brave men do not boast nor bluster. Deeds, not words, speak for such.
Axioms are delightful in theory, but impossible in practice.
Gold like the sun, which melts wax, but hardens clay, expands great souls.
In general, indulgence for those we know is rarer than pity for those we know not.
The woman who too easily and ardently yielded her devotion will find that its vitality, like a bright fire, soon consumes itself.