Everyone suffers wrongs for which there is no remedy
Most people put off till tomorrow that which they should have done yesterday.
It may be a cold, clammy thing to say, but those that treat friendship the same as any other selfishness seem to get the most out of it.
Some men storm imaginary Alps all their lives, and die in the foothills cursing difficulties which do not exist.
A reasonable probability is the only certainty.
A poem is no place for an idea.