What would be ugly in a garden constitutes beauty in a mountain.
Sleep comes more easily than it returns.
A tempest ceases, a cyclone passes over, a wind dies down, a broken mast can be replaced, a leak can be stopped, a fire extinguished, but what will become of this enormous brute of bronze?
If a writer wrote merely for his time, I would have to break my pen and throw it away.
Morality is truth in full bloom.
There are many tongues to talk, and but few heads to think.