Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.
Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness --a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster-children into strength and athletic proportion.
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.
Change this and that and try again. Duis mollis, est non commodo luctus, nisi erat porttitor ligula, eget lacinia odio sem nec elit. Cras mattis consectetur purus sit amet fermentum.