It is a kind of law of nature. The goal one aims for can rarely be reached by a direct road.

We delight in the beauty of butterfly, rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty*

Fortune rarely accompanies anyone to the door.

The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows.

In Bengal,
To move at all
Is seldom if ever done.

The immemorial ingratitude of rulers and commonwealths is proverbial. Especially common is ingratitude to Israel — the People that has achieved so much of eternal worth, but has rarely succeeded in winning gratitude.

It is a kind of law of nature. The goal one aims for can rarely be reached by a direct road.