It is the heart always that sees, before the head can see.
To the mean eye all things are trivial, as certainly as to the jaundiced they are yellow.
The press is the fourth estate of the realm.
Acorns are planted silently by some unnoticed breeze.
At worst, is not this an unjust world, full of nothing but beasts of prey, four-footed or two-footed?
He that can work is born to be king of something.