No one is happy all his life long.
When a good man is hurt, all who would be called good must suffer with him.
It's not beauty but fine qualities, my girl, that keep a husband.
Men hate the haughty of heart who will not be the friend of every man.
Waste no tears over the griefs of yesterday.
The fountains of sacred rivers flow upwards (i.e., everything is turned topsy turvy).