The rust of the mind is the destruction of genius.
Behold a contest worthy of a god, a brave man matched in conflict with adversity.
The fortune of war is always doubtful.
That comes too late that comes for the asking.
It is only the surprise and newness of the thing which makes that misfortune terrible which by premeditation might be made easy to us. For that which some people make light by sufferance, others do by foresight.
All art is but imitation of nature.