The company of just and righteous men is better than wealth and a rich estate.
Surely again, to heal men's wounds by music's spell.
Happiness is brief. It will not stay. God batters at its sails.
Who knoweth if to die be but to live, and that called life by mortals be but death?
For with slight efforts how should we obtain great results? It is foolish even to desire it.
Love must not touch the marrow of the soul. Our affections must be breakable chains that we can cast them off or tighten them.