If we could read the secret history of our enemies.
In the mouths of many men soft words are like roses that soldiers put into the muzzles of their muskets on holidays.
Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.
Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest of all the arts.
Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.
I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart