The little done doth vanish to the mind which forward sees how much remains to do.
The ways of the gods are long, but in the end they are not without strength.
The wavering mind is but a base possession.
Everyone asks if a man is rich, no one if he is good.
Alas!-but why Alas? It is the lot of mortality we experience.
Forgive, son; men are men; they needs must err.