He half retrieves a defeat who yields to it gracefully.
Fortune, like a coy mistress, loves to yield her favors, though she makes us wrest them from her.
Care, admitted as guest, quickly turns to be master.
It is the nature of thought to find its way into action.
As threshing separates the wheat from the chaff, so does affliction purify virtue.
Youth is too tumultuous for felicity; old age too insecure for happiness. The period most favorable to enjoyment, in a vigorous, fortunate, and generous life, is that between forty and sixty.