To believe in luck, if it were not a solecism so to use the word believe, is skepticism.
The greatest man in history was the poorest.
The love that you withhold is the pain that you carry.
The hero sees that the event is ancillary: it must follow him.
In self-trust all the virtues are comprehended.
A new person is to me a great event, and hinders me from sleep. I have often had fine fancies about persons which have given me delicious hours; but the joy ends in the day; it yields no fruit.