A poet must need be before his own age, to be even with posterity. — James Russell Lowell. American poet and diplomat (1819–1891)
Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.
There is no good arguing with the inevitible. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.
Truth, after all, wears a different face to everybody, and it would be too tedious to wait till all were agreed.