When a person is out of sight, it is not too long before he is out of mind.
The absent are never without fault. Nor the present without excuse.
Absence diminishes little passions and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire.
Is not absence death to those who love?
Ability hits the mark where presumption overshoots and diffidence falls short.
The wind and the waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators.
Ability is nothing without opportunity.
They are able because they think they are able.
The question, "Who ought to be boss?" is like asking "Who ought to sing tenor in the quartet?" Obviously, the person who can sing tenor.
Consider the postage stamp: Its usefulness consists in the ability to stick to one thing till it gets there.