Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
No coward sould is mine,No trembler in the world's storm-toubled sphere:I see Heaven's glories shine,And faith shines equale, arming me from fear.
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o'clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.
I'll walk where my own nature would be leading; it vexes me to choose another guide.