Of all things upon earth that bleed and grow, a herb most bruised is woman.
He who can properly summarize many ideas in a brief statement, is a wise man.
Of mortals there is no one who is happy. If wealth flows in upon one, one may be perhaps luckier than one's neighbor, but still not happy.
Both to the rich and poor, wine is the happy antidote for sorrow.
The care of God for us is a great thing, if a man believe it at heart: it plucks the burden of sorrow from him.
You were a stranger to sorrow: therefore Fate has cursed you.