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.
According to success do we gain a reputation for judgement.
Fate finds for every man; his share of misery.
Time will discover everything to posterity; it is a babbler, and speaks even when no question is put.
Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.
It is the wise man's part to leave in darkness everything that is ugly.