The canter is a cure for every evil.
All power is a trust, that we are accountable for its exercise.
The indulgence in grief is a blunder.
There is anguish in the recollection that we have not adequately appreciated the affection of those whom we have loved and lost.
A realist is a man who insists on making the same mistakes his grandfather did.
Nature has given us two ears but only one mouth.