Misery is the end of those with unbridled mouths.
We know the good, we apprehend it clearly; but we can't bring it to achievement.
My hands are clean, but my heart has somewhat of impurity.
To die with glory, if one has to die at all, is still, I think, pain for the dier.
Necessity is harsh. Fate has no reprieve.
Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday. Tragedy isn't getting something or failure to get it; it's losing something you already have. Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.