Our destiny is frequently met in the very paths we take to avoid it.
Religious contention is the devil's harvest.
There's nothing sweeter than a real friend: Not only is he prompt to lend— An angler delicate, he fishes The very deepest of your wishes, And spares your modesty the task His friendly aid to ask. A dream, a shadow, wakes his fear, When pointing at the object dear.
By the work one knows the workman.
What is denominated discretion in man we call cunning in brutes.
Every one turns his dreams into realities as far as he can; man is cold as ice to the truth, hot as fire to falsehood.