All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.
Genius must be born, and never can be taught.
Virtue is her own reward.
Virtue in distress, and vice in triumph make atheists of mankind.
Mighty things from small beginnings grow.
I strongly wish for what I faintly hope; like the daydreams of melancholy men, I think and think in things impossible, yet love to wander in that golden maze.