What anger worse or slower to abate then lovers love when it turns to hate.
One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives.
The same man cannot well be skilled in everything; each has his special excellence.
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.
May he die with no joy at his end, The man who won't be troubled To unlock the keys of his heart and make a friend.
Human misery must somewhere have a stop; there is no wind that always blows a storm.