The soul's calm sunshine, and the heartfelt joy.

A disputant no more cares for the truth than the sportsman for the hare.

The scripture in times of disputes is like an open town in times of war, which serves in differently the occasions of both parties.

A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state.

What woeful stuff this madrigal would be, In some starved hackney sonneteer, or me! But let a lord once own the happy lines, How the wit brightens! how the style refines!

Do you find yourself making excuses when you do not perform? Shed the excuses and face reality. Excuses are the loser's way out. They will mar your credibility and stunt your personal growth.

The sound must seem an echo to the sense.