True bravery is quiet, undemonstrative.
Anger, the Stoics said, was a short madness.
Hope itself is a pain, while it is overmatched by fear.
There is nothing sooner overthrows a weak head than opinion by authority, like too strong a liquor for a frail glass.
Shallow brooks murmur most, deep and silent slide away.
I willingly confess that it likes me better when I find virtue in a fair lodging than when I am bound to seek it in an ill-favored creature.