Ho! why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Grey? And why does thy nose look so blue?

Be patient, my soul: thou hath suffered worse than this.

Love and a red rose can't be hid.

Your word is a s good as the Bank, Sir.

The truth that many people never understand, until it is too late, is that the more you try to avoid suffering the more you suffer because smaller and more insignificant things begin to torture you in proportion to your fear of being hurt

To each his suff'rings; all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan; The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise.