The people we keep standing in the anteroom of our favor either start fermenting or turn sour.
By losing your goal, You have lost your way.
I love him who justifieth the future ones, and redeemeth the past ones: for he is willing to succumb through the present ones.
In the end one only experiences oneself.
A martyr's disciples suffer more than the martyr.
Verily, I do not want to be like the ropemakers: They drag out their threads and always walk backwards.