Who then is sane? He who is not a fool.
Happy is the man to whom nature has given a sufficiency with even a sparing hand.
There is a fault common to all singers. When they're among friends and are asked to sing they don't want to, and when they're not asked to sing they never stop.
Difficulties elicit talents that in more fortunate circumstances would lie dormant.
Believe it, future generations.
A word once uttered can never be recalled.