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

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

...Whose souls, albeit in a cloudy memory, yet seek back their good, but, like drunk men, know not the road home.

A man content to go to heaven alone will never go to heaven.

In omni adversitate fortunæ, infelicissimum genus est infortunii fuisse felicem In every adversity of fortune, to have been happy is the most unhappy kind of misfortune.

You know when you have found your prince because you not only have a smile on your face but in your heart as well. Love puts the fun in together, the sad in apart, and the joy in a heart. Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.

Whose happiness is so firmly established that he has no quarrel from any side with his estate of life?