The man is happiest who lives from day to day and asks no more, garnering the simple goodness of life.
Happy is it to place a daughter; yet it pains a father's heart when he delivers to another's house a child, the object of his tender care.
Every man is like the company he wont to keep.
Happiness is brief. It will not stay. God batters at its sails.
The wise with hope support the pains of life.
The bold are helpless without cleverness.