Modesty is of no use to a beggar.
A generation of men is like a generation of leaves; the wind scatters some leaves upon the ground, while others the burgeoning wood brings forth - and the season of spring comes on. So of men one generation springs forth and another ceases.
Bear patiently, my heart, for you have suffered heavier things.
It's man's to fight, but heaven's to give success.
The tongue of man is a twisty thing, there are plenty of words there of every kind.
Why, you could wake up dead tomorrow