Delight in splendor is No more than happiness with little: for both Have their appeal.
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.
Who knoweth if to die be but to live, and that called life by mortals be but death?
Nothing's as good as holding on to safety.
It's the wise man who stays home when he's drunk.
When two souls compose a single song, The muse fans Livid wrath before long.