The chain of friendship, however bright, does not stand the attrition of constant close contact.
Heaven know its time; the bullet has its billet
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
A thousand fearful images and dire suggestions glance along the mind when it is moody and discontented with itself. Command them to stand and show themselves, and you presently assert the power of reason over imagination.
The heart-sick faintness of the hope delayed!
The man who is deserving the name is the one whose thoughts and exertions are for others rather than for himself.