As long as the Fates permit, live cheerfully.

Heaven know its time; the bullet has its billet

The heart-sick faintness of the hope delayed!

There is a southern proverb - fine words butter no parsnips.

In the name of God!" said Gurth, "how came they prisoners? and to whom?" "Our master was too ready to fight," said the Jester, "and Athelstane was not ready enough, and no other person was ready at all.

The man who is deserving the name is the one whose thoughts and exertions are for others rather than for himself.

A mother's pride, a father's joy.