Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
Those who love are but one step from heaven.
Who's not sat tense before his own heart's curtain.
Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne.
It is singular how impatient men are with overpraise of others, how patient of overpraise of themselves; and yet the one does them no injury, while the other may be their ruin.
Creativity is not the finding of a thing, but the making something out of it after it is found.