“The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.”
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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.
Successful crimes alone are justified.
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.
Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.