We are always in a hurry to be happy...; for when we have suffered a long time, we have great difficulty in believing in good fortune.

Youth is a blossom whose fruit is love; happy is he who plucks it after watching it slowly ripen.

All for one and one for all, united we stand divided we fall.

Truly generous men are always ready to become sympathetic when their enemy’s misfortune surpasses the limits of their hatred.

...know you not that you are my sun by day, and my star by night? By my faith! I was in deepest darkness till you appeared and illuminated all.

Oh! The good times when we were so unhappy.

Be happy, noble heart, be blessed for all the good thou hast done and wilt do hereafter, and let my gratitude remain in obscurity like your good deeds.