In other living creatures the ignorance of themselves is nature, but in men it is a vice.
Whose happiness is so firmly established that he has no quarrel from any side with his estate of life?
Love binds people too, in matrimony's sacred bonds where chaste lovers are met, and friends cement their trust and friendship. How happy is mankind, if the love that orders the stars above rules, too, in your hearts.
Nothing is miserable unless you think it so.
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.