As warmth makes even glaciers trickle, and opens streams in the ribs of frozen mountains, so the heart knows the full flow and life of its grief only when it begins to melt and pass away.

Mountains of gold would not seduce some men, yet flattery would break them down.

Next to victory, there is nothing so sweet as defeat, if only the right adversary overcomes you.

Now comes the mystery.

The meanest thing in the world is the devil.

Men will let you abuse them if only you will make them laugh.

Hope is sweet-minded and sweet-eyed. It draws pictures; it weaves fancies; it fills the future with delight.