Fortify courage with the true rampart of patience.
There is no dearth of charity in the world in giving, but there is comparatively little exercised in thinking and speaking.
Vice is but a nurse of agonies.
The journey of high honor lies not in smooth ways.
Liking is not always the child of beauty; but whatsoever is liked, to the liker is beautiful.
My thoughts, imprisoned in my secret woes, with flamy breaths do issue oft in sound.