What is now an act of reason, was but blind impulse.
A broken fortune is like a falling column; the lower it sinks, the greater weight it has to sustain.
It warms the blood, adds luster to the eyes, and wine and love have ever been allies.
The love of glory gives an immense stimulus.
In the make-up of human beings, intelligence counts for more than our hands, and that is our true strength.
Love is a thing full of anxious fears.