O Fame! if I ever took delight in thy praises, Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover The thought that I was not unworthy to love her.
A small drop of ink makes thousands, perhaps millions... think.
Hatred is the madness of the heart.
Till taught by pain, men know not water's worth.
Adversity is the first path to truth.
Jealousy dislikes the world to know it.