Time will explain it all. He is a talker, and needs no questioning before he speaks.
Men hate the haughty of heart who will not be the friend of every man.
To die with glory, if one has to die at all, is still, I think, pain for the dier.
That glittering hope is immemorial and beckons many men to their undoing.
God helps him who strives hard.
The little done doth vanish to the mind which forward sees how much remains to do.