I think that fortune watcheth o'er our lives, surer than we. But well said: he who strives will find his goals strive for him equally.

A wretched child Is he who does not return his parents' care.

Lady, the sun's light to our eyes is dear, And fair the tranquil reaches of the sea, And flowery earth in May, and bounding waters; And so right many fair things I might praise; Yet nothing is so radiant and so fair As for souls childless, with desire sore-smitten, To see the light of babes about the house.

Life is short, yet sweet.

Toil, says the proverb, is the sire of fame.

If the gods do evil then they are not gods.

Time will bring healing.