A combed writing will cost both sweat and the rubbing of the brain. And combed I wish it, not frizzled or curled.
Owen FelthamVirtue dwells at the head of a river, to which we cannot get but by rowing against the stream.
Owen FelthamWe pick our own sorrows out of the joys of other men, and from their sorrows likewise we derive our joys.
Owen Feltham