The miserable have no other medicine, / But only hope. Meas. for Meas., iii. 1.
The misery of man proceeds not from any single crush of overwhelming evil, but from small vexations continually repeated. Johnson.
The misfortune in the state is that nobody can enjoy life in peace, but that everybody must govern; and in art, that nobody will enjoy what has been produced, but that every one wants to reproduce on his own account. Goethe.
The mixtures of spiritual chemistry refuse to 35 be analysed. Emerson.
The mob has many heads, but no brains. Pr.
The mob is a monster, with the hands of Briareus but the head of Polyphemus,—strong to execute, but blind to perceive. Colton.
The mob is a sort of bear; while your ring is through its nose, it will even dance under your cudgel; but should the ring slip and you lose your hold, the brute will turn and rend you. Jane Porter.
(The mob is) the scum that rises uppermost when the nation boils. Dryden.
The modest virgin, the prudent wife, or the 40 careful matron, are much more serviceable in life than petticoated philosophers, blustering heroines, or virago queens. Goldsmith.
The moment an ill can be patiently borne, it is disarmed of its poison, though not of its pain. Ward Beecher.