As drops of bitter medicine, though minute, may have a salutary force, so words, though few and painful, uttered seasonably, may rouse the prostrate energies of those who meet misfortune with despondency.
J. K. BharaviSuccess is like a lovely woman, wooed by many men, but folded in the arms of him alone who, free from over-zeal, firmly persists and calmly perseveres.
J. K. BharaviThe natural hostility of beasts is laid aside when flying from pursuers; so also when danger is impending the enmity of rivals is ended.
J. K. BharaviThe friendship of the bad is like the shade of some precipitous bank with crumbling sides, which, falling, buries him who is beneath.
J. K. Bharavi