tell me how does it feel with my teeth in your heart!

Of mortals there is no one who is happy. If wealth flows in upon one, one may be perhaps luckier than one's neighbor, but still not happy.

Fortune always will confer an aura of worth, unworthily; and in this world The lucky person passes for a genius.

Judge a tree from its fruit, not from its leaves.

Both to the rich and poor, wine is the happy antidote for sorrow.

Love must not touch the marrow of the soul. Our affections must be breakable chains that we can cast them off or tighten them.

In misfortune, which friend remains a friend?