Ourselves are to ourselves the cause of ill.
Who often, but without success, have prayed for apt Alliteration's artful aid.
Genius is independent of situation.
Patience is sorrow's salve.
The proud will sooner lose than ask their way.
Little do such men know the toil, the pains, the daily, nightly racking of the brains, to range the thoughts, the matter to digest, to cull fit phrases, and reject the rest.