In every kind of adversity, the bitterest part of a man's affliction is to remember that he once was happy.

No man can ever be secure until he has been forsaken by Fortune.

Every man must be content with that glory which he may have at home.

For in all adversity of fortune the worst sort of misery is to have been happy.

Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.

Nothing is miserable but what is thought so, and contrariwise, every estate is happy if he that bears it be content.

Wretched men cringe before tyrants who have no power, the victims of their trivial hopes and fears. They do not realise that anger is hopeless, fear is pointless and desire all a delusion. He whose heart is fickle is not his own master, has thrown away his shield, deserted his post, and he forges the links of the chain that holds him.