Take away leisure and Cupid's bow is broken
He whom all hate all wish to see destroyed.
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.
I attempt an arduous task but there is no worth in that which is not a difficult achievement
Every one who repeats it adds something to the scandal. [The rolling snow-ball.]
To feel our ills is one thing, but to cure them is another.