Lucky that man whose children make his happiness in life and not his grief, the anguished disappointment of his hopes.

It is better that we live ever so Miserably than die in glory.

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.

Love distills desire upon the eyes, love brings bewitching grace into the heart.

Do we, holding that the gods exist, deceive ourselves with insubstantial dreams and lies, while random careless chance and change alone control the world?

The brash unbridled tongue, the lawless folly of fools, will end in pain. But the life of wise content is blest with quietness, escapes the storm and keeps its house secure.

To persevere, trusting in what hopes he has, is courage in a man.