hurt vanity is one of the cruelest of mortal wounds.
Poets, when they write of love, give themselves and everyone else away!
A blossom must break the sheath it has been sheltered by.
Neither situations nor people can be altered by the interference of an outsider. If they are to be altered, that alteration must come from within.
Luck enters into every contingency. You are a fool if you forget it -- and a greater fool if you count upon it.
A red-hot belief in eternal glory is probably the best antidote to human panic that there is.