Character is "a stamp of good repute on a person."
Time will explain it all. Waste no tears over the griefs of yesterday. One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives. Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other. Whoso neglects learning in his youth, loses the past and is dead for the future.
Delusive hope still points to distant good.
The lucky person passes for a genius.
Both to the rich and poor, wine is the happy antidote for sorrow.
The man that isn't jolly after drinking is just a drivelling idiot, to my thinking.