If your life at night is good, you think you have Everything; but, if in that quarter things go wrong, You will consider your best and truest interests Most hateful.

Fate finds for every man; his share of misery.

There is no harbor of peace from the changing waves of joy and despair.

Danger gleams like sunshine to a brave man's eyes.

There is the sky, which is all men's together.

'Twas but my tongue, 'twas not my soul that swore.

The wisest men follow their own direction.