The moment of recognizing your own lack of talent is a flash of genius.
Many a zero thinks it is the ellipse on which the Earth travels.
Here lies William Trollope, Who made these stones roll up; When death took his soul up, His body filled this hole up
If a man who cannot count finds a four-leaf clover, is he entitled to happiness?
On the top of each peak you are on the edge of the abyss
Politics: a Trojan horse race.