So in the Libyan fable it is told That once an eagle, stricken with a dart, Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft: With our own feathers, not by others' hands, Are we now smitten.

Time cleanses what it touches over time.

Bonds and the pangs of hunger are excellent prophet doctors for the wits.

Don't you know this, that words are doctors to a diseased temperment?

Suffering brings experience.

Success is man's god.

The high strength of men knows no content with limitation.