The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
There have been fewer friends on earth than kings.
Hope! fortune's cheating lottery; when for one prize an hundred blanks there be!
All this world's noise appears to me a dull, ill-acted comedy!
Acquaintance I would have, but when it depends; not on number, but the choice of friends.