No greater grief than to remember days of gladness when sorrow is at hand.
Wise to resolve, patient to perform.
I feel that I am a man of destiny.
Have Hope. Though clouds environs now, And gladness hides her face in scorn, Put thou the shadow from thy brow, - No night but hath its morn.
Only through Beauty's morning-gate, dost thou penetrate the land of knowledge.
An honest man you may form of windle-straws, but to make a rogue you must have grist.