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.
Wealth stays with us a little moment if at all: only our characters are steadfast, not our gold.
Only a madman would give good for evil
Do not grieve so much for a husband lost that it wastes away your life.
In every work a reward added makes the pleasure twice as great.
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.