For too much rest becomes a pain.
Achilles absent was Achilles still!
The charity that is a trifle to us can be precious to others.
Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.
Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs, Silence that spoke and eloquence of eyes.
But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, for gentle ways are best, and keep aloof from sharp contentions.
Light is the task where many share the toil.
A decent boldness ever meets with friends.
Not vain the weakest, if their force unite.
And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared.
Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.
Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other's good, and melt at other's woe.