As they say of the blind, Sounds are the things I see.
All a man's affairs become diseased when he wishes to cure evils by evils.
Kindness begets kindness evermore.
Sleep, thou patron of mankind, Great physician of the mind Who does nor pain nor sorrow know, Sweetest balm of every woe.
Chance never helps those who do not help themselves.
Fear? What has a man to do with fear? Chance rules our lives, and the future is all unknown. Best live as we may, from day to day.