Ambition it is the last infirmity of noble minds.
Most disquieting reflection of all, was it not bad form to think about good form?
Our heroine knew that the mother would always leave the window open for her children to fly back by; so they stayed away for years and had a lovely time.
Strength instead of being the lusty child of passion, grows by grappling with and subduing them.
I taught you to fight and to fly. What more could there be?
Always try to be a litle kinder than necessary.