The strongest passion is fear |
There is no road of flowers leading to glory |
There is no road of flowers leading to glory |
There is nothing useless to men of sense |
They are too green, he said, and only good for boobies. |
This fellow did not see further than his own nose. |
Thus oft a struggle to escape - But lands us in a still worse scrape |
To live lightheartedly but not recklessly; to be gay without being boisterous; to be courageous without being bold; to show trust and cheerful resignation without fatalism - this is the art of living |
To win a race, the swiftness of a dart availeth not without a timely start. |
We believe no evil till the evil's done |
We must laugh before we are happy, for fear we die before we laugh at all. |
We read on the foreheads of those who are surrounded by a foolish luxury, that fortune sells what she is thought to give. |
Well, my friend, get me out of danger. You can make your speech afterwards. |