Art is in love with luck, and luck with art.
The improvement of the mind improves the heart and corrects the understanding.
This only is denied even to God: the power to undo the past.
There are some vile and contemptible men who, allowing themselves to be conquered by misfortune, seek a refuge in death.
Of this alone, even god is deprived, the power of making things that are past never to have been.
Even God cannot change the past.