Self-contemplation is apt to end in self-conceit.
Heaven is a place of restless activity, the abode of never-tiring thought.
Success is full of promise till one gets it, and then it seems like a nest from which the bird has flown.
No man is such a conqueror, as the one that has defeated himself.
Well-married, a man is winged: ill-matched, he is shackled.
It is defeat that turns bone to flint, gristle to muscle, and makes men invincible.