We are only vulnerable and ridiculous through 10 our pretensions. Mme. de Girardin.
We are ourselves / Our heaven and hell, the joy, the penalty, / The yearning, the fruition. Lewis Morris.
We are pent, / Who sing to-day, by all the garnered wealth / Of ages of past song. Lewis Morris.
We are reformers in spring and summer; in autumn and winter we stand by the old; reformers in the morning, conservers at night. Emerson.
We are rid of the Wicked One, but the wicked are still with us. Goethe.
We are ruined not by what we really want, 15 but by what we think we do. Colton.
We are seldom sure that we sincerely meant what we omitted to do. Johnson.
We are slaves, / The greatest as the meanest—nothing rests / Upon our will.... And when we think we lead, we are most led. Byron.
We are such stuff / As dreams are made on; and our little life / Is rounded with a sleep. Tempest, iii. 3.
We are sure to be losers when we quarrel with ourselves; it is a civil war, and in all such contentions, triumphs are defeats. Colton.