For experience teacheth me that straight trees have crooked roots.
Time draweth wrinkles in a fair face, but addeth fresh colors to a fast friend, which neither heat, nor cold, nor misery, nor place, nor destiny, can alter or diminish
The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone.
The broken bone, once set together, is stronger than ever.
Do you think that any one can move the heart but He that made it?
Nothing so perilous as procrastination