You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?

Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?

The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm's length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest.

In secret pleasure — secret tears This changeful life has slipped away