No one is happy all his life long.
Let a man accept his destiny, No pity and no tears.
Lucky that man whose children make his happiness in life and not his grief, the anguished disappointment of his hopes.
The fiercest anger of all, the most incurable, Is that which rages in the place of dearest love.
Slight not what's near through aiming at what's far.
Song brings of itself a cheerfulness that wakes the heart of joy.