When I have tried and failed, I shall have failed.
What greater wound is there than a false friend?
Sleep, thou patron of mankind, Great physician of the mind Who does nor pain nor sorrow know, Sweetest balm of every woe.
When you can prove me wrong, then call me blind.
The man from whom the joys of life have departed is living no more, but should be counted with the dead.
Often have brief words laid men low and then raise them up.