We know the good, we apprehend it clearly; but we can't bring it to achievement.
The wavering mind is but a base possession.
When good men die their goodness does not perish, But lives though they are gone. As for the bad, All that was theirs dies and is buried with them.
The little done doth vanish to the mind which forward sees how much remains to do.
Your very silence shows you agree.
There is in the worst of fortune the best of chances for a happy change.