The wavering mind is but a base possession.
Mobs in their emotions are much like children, subject to the same tantrums and fits of fury.
May he die with no joy at his end, The man who won't be troubled To unlock the keys of his heart and make a friend.
Ten thousand men possess ten thousand hopes.
Poverty possesses this disease; through want it teaches a man evil.
Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.