Well, now there's a remedy for everything except death.
Love is invisible and comes and goes where it wants, without anyone asking about it.
I am almost frightened out of my seven senses.
Soul of fibre and heart of oak.
It is impossible for good or evil to last forever; and hence it follows that the evil having lasted so long, the good must be now nigh at hand.
I believe there's no proverb but what is true; they are all so many sentences and maxims drawn from experience, the universal mother of sciences.