Death is what men want when the anguish of living is more than they can bear.
Out of some little thing, too free a tongue can make an outrageous wrangle.
To a father waxing old, nothing is dearer than a daughter; sons have spirits of a higher pitch, but less inclined to endearing fondness.
Danger gleams like sunshine to a brave man's eyes.
Life has no blessing like a prudent friend.
That mortal is a fool who, prospering, thinks his life has any strong foundation; since our fortune's course of action is the reeling way a madman takes, and no one person is ever happy all the time.