To feel our ills is one thing, but to cure them is another.
We suffer by our proximity. [Who get a blow intended for another.]
To wish is of little account; to succeed you must earnestly desire; and this desire must shorten thy sleep.
Endure and persist; this pain will turn to good by and by.
Meet the disorder in the outset, the medicine may be too late, when the disease has gained ground through delay.
Every woman thinks herself attractive; even the plainest is satisfied with the charms she deems that she possesses.