There is a fatality about good resolutions โ that they are always made too late
The well bred contradict other people. The wise contradict themselves.
If there was less sympathy in the world, there would be less trouble in the world.
With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?
And with tears of blood he cleansed the hand, The hand that held the steel: For only blood can wipe out blood, And only tears can heal
There can be nothing more frequent than an occasional drink.