And these vicissitudes come best in youth;
For when they happen at a riper age,
People are apt to blame the Fates, forsooth,
And wonder Providence is not more sage.
Adversity is the first path to truth:
He who hath proved war, storm, or woman's rage,
Whether his winters be eighteen or eighty,
Has won experience which is deem'd so weighty.
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In prosperity, our friends know us; in adversity, we know our friends
In prosperity, our friends know us; in adversity, we know our friends
Kites rise highest against the wind; not with it.
Kites rise highest against the wind; not with it.
Adversity is sometimes hard upon a man; but for one man who can
stand prosperity, there are a hundred read more
Adversity is sometimes hard upon a man; but for one man who can
stand prosperity, there are a hundred that will stand adversity.
When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the read more
When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest.
Friendship is a plant of slow growth and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is read more
Friendship is a plant of slow growth and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to the appellation.
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious read more
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt from human haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything.
. . . it is hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
. . . it is hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.
What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.
Adversity is like a strong wind. It tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so read more
Adversity is like a strong wind. It tears away from us all but the things that cannot be torn, so that we see ourselves as we really are.
