Did you think the lion was sleeping because he didn't roar?
Modest humility is beauty's crown.
Revenge is barren of itself: it is the dreadful food it feeds on; its delight is murder, and its end is despair.
Many a crown shines spotless now that yet was deeply sullied in the winning.
Every man stamps his value on himself... man is made great or small by his own will.
It hinders the creative work of the mind if the intellect examines too closely the ideas as they pour in.