Love is no assignment for cowards.
Remove but the temptations of leisure, and the bow of Cupid will lose its effect.
The heavier crop is ever in others' fields.
The battle is over when the foe has fallen.
There is no such thing as pure pleasure; some anxiety always goes with it.
It is hope which makes the shipwrecked sailor strike out with his arms in the midst of the sea, though no land is in sight.