Fear of trying causes paralysis. Trying causes only trembling and sweating.
Like a frog, the aphorist waits for something to fly by that he can catch with his tongue.
All anger feels like righteous anger; sorrow does not care whether it is righteous or not.
There is a line between a definite maybe and an indefinite yes.
Hope and despair ignore one another's cries.
We understand through resemblance.