A friend in word is never friend of mine.
Deem no man happy until he passes the edo fhis life without suffering grief.
The stubbornest of wills Are soonest bended, as the hardest iron, O'er-heated in the fire to brittleness,Flies soonest into fragments, shivered through.
One thinking it is right to speak all things, whether the word is fit for speech or unutterable.
There is no success without hardship.
The ideal condition would be, I admit, that men should be right by instinct; but since we are all likely to go astray, The reasonable thing is to learn from those who can teach