That which never has been, never is, and never will be.
The heavier crop is ever in others' fields.
Concealed sorrow bursts the heart, and rages within us as an internal fire.
The good of other times let people state; I think it lucky I was born so late.
Nothing is stronger than habit.
In the make-up of human beings, intelligence counts for more than our hands, and that is our true strength.