Everything bows to success, even grammar.
To a gargoyle on the ramparts of Notre Dame as Esmeralda rides off with Gringoire Quasimodo says. "Why was I not made of stone like thee?
God made the water but men made the wine.
No one knows like a woman how to say things which are at once gentle and deep.
There are plenty who regard a wall behind which something is happening as a very curious thing.
He had slipped, climbed, rolled, searched, walked, persevered, that is all. Such is the secret of all triumphs.