Who dares nothing, need hope for nothing.
Intellect--brain force.
The jest loses its point when he who makes it is the first to laugh.
Whatever lives, lives to die in sorrow. We engage our hearts, and grasp after the things of this world, only to undergo the pang of losing them.
A pity about the people! they are brave enough comrades, but they have heads like a soapboiler's.
False fancy brings real misery.