The best and safest thing is to keep a balance in your life, acknowledge the great powers around us and in us. If you can do that, and live that way, you are really a wise man.

Alas, how right the ancient saying is: We, who are old, are nothing else but noise And shape. Like mimicries of dreams we go, And have no wits, although we think us wise.

For no mortal ever attains to blessedness. One may be luckier than another when wealth flows his way, but blessed never.

Human misery must somewhere have a stop; there is no wind that always blows a storm; great good fortune comes to failure in the end. All is change; all yields its place and goes; to persevere, trusting in what hopes he has, is courage in a man. The coward despairs.

None can hold fortune still and make it last.

Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.

Waste no tears over the griefs of yesterday.