Fickle Fortune reigns, and, undiscerning, scatters crowns and chains.
Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies for ever.
Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.
Passions are the gales of life.
Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.
Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed was the ninth beatitude.