It's the wise man who stays home when he's drunk.

To die with glory, if one has to die at all, is still, I think, pain for the dier.

The way of God is complex, he is hard for us to predict. He moves the pieces and they come somehow into a kind of order.

When someone isn't seen for a long time, Well, folk soon begin to imagine the worst.

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.

Ten thousand men possess ten thousand hopes.

Slight not what's near through aiming at what's far.