Man spends his life in reasoning on the past, in complaining of the present, in fearing future.
It is said that friendship between women is only a suspension of hostilities.
Ideas are a capital that bears interest only in the hands of talent.
There is even the dignity of vice.
Rumor, once started, rushes on like a river, until it mingles with, and is lost in the sea.
Brave men do not boast nor bluster. Deeds, not words, speak for such.