“People are slow to claim confidence in undertakings of magnitude.”

The lamp burns bright when wick and oil are clean.

Tears at times have the weight of speech.

There are a thousand forms of evil; there will be a thousand remedies.

Beauty is a fragile gift.

He who has lived in obscurity has lived well.

The man who has experienced shipwreck shudders even at a calm sea.

A man is sorry to be honest for nothing.

Dignity and love do not blend well, nor do they continue long together.

Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.

Courage conquers all things: it even gives strength to the body.

Time is generally the best doctor.

It’s a kindness that the mind can go where it wishes.

Happy are those who dare courageously to defend what they love.

Medicine sometimes snatches away health, sometimes gives it.

And besides, we lovers fear everything.

He who can believe himself well, will be well.

The good deed is usually done by somebody on whom I have no claim.

When we disclaim praise, it is only showing our desire to be praised a second time.

A creep is someone who claims he’s one thing but he’s actually another.

Anything and everything, the two almost the same–everything says, have it all; anything, one to claim.

It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.

A place is a piece of the whole environment that has been claimed by feelings.

If what you are claiming is true, I would have shouted it from the rooftops.

Hitler had a plausible case to argue when he claimed that the Anschluss was only the application of the Wilsonian principle of self-determination.