Pray the gods do not envy your happiness!
A sweet thing, for whatever time, to revisit in dreams the dear dad we have lost.
Leave no stone untamed.
The wisest men follow their own direction.
I hate it in friends when they come too late to help.
Our lives ... are but a little while, so let them run as sweetly as you can, and give no thought to grief from day to day. For time is not concerned to keep our hopes, but hurries on its business, and is gone.