Fancy rules over two thirds of the universe, the past, and future, while reality is confined to the present
Two aged men, that had been foes for life, Met by a grave, and wept - and in those tears They washed away the memory of their strife; Then wept again the loss of all those years.
Men, like bullets, go farthest when they are smoothest.
A variety of nothing is superior to a monotony of something.
Humankind's chief fault is that they have so many small ones.
Poverty is the only load which is the heavier the more loved ones there are to assist in bearing it.