In this world second thoughts, it seems, are best.
Events will take their course, it is no good of being angry at them; he is happiest who wisely turns them to the best account.
Danger gleams like sunshine to a brave man's eyes.
When good men die their goodness does not perish, But lives though they are gone. As for the bad, All that was theirs dies and is buried with them.
Those who look for filth, can find it at the height of noon.
The childless escape much misery.