Besides, it happens (how, I cannot tell) that an idea launched like a javelin in proverbial form strikes with sharper point on the hearer's mind and leaves implanted barbs for meditation.
Anything which causes trouble has special merit in their eyes.
Everybody hates a prodigy, detests an old head on young shoulders.
Fortune favours the audacious.
Concealed talent brings no reputation.
The chief element of happiness is this: to want to be what you are.