Tis best to weigh the enemy more mighty than he seems.

Self-pity is our worst enemy and if we yield to it we can never do anything wise in this world.

Perfect is the enemy of good.

Loving her, and being loved, was the only way I could hold myself together.

I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.

Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today.

Better is the enemy of good.