Ere land and sea and the all-covering sky Were made, in the whole world the countenance Of nature was the same, all one, well named Chaos, a raw and undivided mass, Naught but a lifeless bulk, with warring seeds Of ill-joined elements compressed together.
Have consideration for wounded feelings.
Everyone's a millionaire where promises are concerned.
Habits change into character.
The sharp thorn often produces delicate roses.
God himself helps those who dare.