No thanks attach to a kindness long deferred.
It is hope which makes the shipwrecked sailor strike out with his arms in the midst of the sea, though no land is in sight.
There is nothing constant in the universe. All ebb and flow, and every shape that's born, bears in its womb the seeds of change.
A soldier when aged is not appreciated; the love of an old man sickens.
Tis best to be silent in a bad cause.
He is a foolish swimmer who swims against the stream, when he might take the current sideways.