You have been trapped in the inescapable net of ruin by your own want of sense.
It is easy when we are in prosperity to give advice to the afflicted.
A great ox stands on my tongue.
He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.
Whenever a man makes haste, God too hastens with him.
The moving light, rejoicing in its strength, Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way, In golden glory, like some strange new sun.