You can't shake hands with a clenched fist.
See! From the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings; Short is his joy! He feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground.
Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue
The vanity of human life is like a river, constantly passing away, and yet constantly coming on.
Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
Envy will merit as its shade pursue, But like a shadow, proves the substance true.
The fixed determination to have acquired the warrior soul, to either conquer or perish with honor, is the secret of victory.
Inspiration exists, but it has to find us working.
Wonder Woman is lame. She flies around in an invisible jet, but she's not invisible. I don't get it.
We ought to be thankful to nature for having made those things which are necessary easy to be discovered; while other things that are difficult to be known are not necessary.