How bless'd the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend.
To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.
When Eve upon the first of Men The apple press'd with specious cant, Oh! what a thousand pities then That Adam was not Adamant!
Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died.
Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.
No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.