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. 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. 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 undertaking of a careless man succeeds not, though he use the right expedients: a clever hunter, though well placed in ambush, kills not his quarry if he falls asleep.
J. K. Bharavi