Boldness is a mask for fear, however great.
~ John Dryden
For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
And plenty makes us poor.
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.
Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.
Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
