That corner of the world smiles for me more than anywhere else.
The ear of the bridled horse is in the mouth.
Shun to seek what is hid in the womb of the morrow, and set down as gain in life's ledger whatever time fate shall have granted thee.
Fortune, delighting in her cruel task, and playing her wanton game untiringly, is ever shifting her uncertain favours.
Half is done when the beginning is done.
Captive Greece took captive her savage conqueror.