A heart well prepared for adversity in bad times hopes, and in good times fears for a change in fortune.
It is no great art to say something briefly when, like Tacitus, one has something to say when one has nothing to say, however, and none the less writes a whole book and makes truth into a liar – that I call an achievement.
Strange – is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.
Sad people dislike the happy, and the happy the sad the quick thinking the sedate, and the careless the busy and industrious.
The power of daring anything their fancy suggest, as always been conceded to the painter and the poet.