Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.
We are slow to believe that which if believed would hurt our feelings.
The spirited horse, which will try to win the race of its own accord, will run even faster if encouraged.
Tis you, alone, can save, or give my doom.
Where belief is painful we are slow to believe.
Love is a believing creature.