“ Her clear conscience mocked rumour’s mendacity, But we are a mob prone to credit sin. ”
I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.
~ Ovid
Dripping water hollows out stone, not through force but through persistence.
Fas est ab hoste doceri.One should learn even from one's enemies.
Saepe creat molles aspera spina rosas - Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses
