Youth is ever apt to judge in haste, and lose the medium in the wild extreme.
Order, thou eye of action.
Birth is a shadow. Courage, self-sustained, outlords succession's phlegm, and needs no ancestors.
Shun fear, it is the ague of the soul! a passion man created for himself--for sure that cramp of nature could not dwell in the warm realms of glory.
Mischief and malice grow on the same branch of the tree of evil.
Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another's sorrow.