The friendship of the bad is like the shade of some precipitous bank with crumbling sides, which, falling, buries him who is beneath.
J. K. BharaviAs 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. BharaviDo nothing rashly; want of circumspection is the chief cause of failure and disaster. Fortune, wise lover of the wise, selects him for her lord who ere he acts reflects.
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. Bharavi