To die with glory, if one has to die at all, is still, I think, pain for the dier.
They who are sad find somehow sweetness in tears.
Song brings of itself a cheerfulness that wakes the heart of joy.
The unrighteous are never really fortunate.
There is just one life for each of us: our own.
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.