Nations and empires flourish and decay, By turns command, and in their turns obey.
A man is sorry to be honest for nothing.
Very slight violence will break that which has once been cracked.
Concealed sorrow bursts the heart, and rages within us as an internal fire.
Tears are at times as eloquent as words. [Weeping hath a voice.]
Make good use of your time, it flies fast.