Pain is God's midwife, that helps some virtue into existence.
Suffering well borne is better than suffering removed.
We are but a point, a single comma, and God is the literature of eternity.
Reason can tell how love affects us, but cannot tell what love is.
It is defeat that turns bone to flint, gristle to muscle, and makes men invincible.
The prouder a man is, the more he thinks he deserves, and the more he thinks he deserves, the less he really does deserve.