Alas!-but why Alas? It is the lot of mortality we experience.

Human misery must somewhere have a stop; there is no wind that always blows a storm; great good fortune comes to failure in the end. All is change; all yields its place and goes; to persevere, trusting in what hopes he has, is courage in a man. The coward despairs.

Oh, trebly blest the placid lot of those whose hearth foundations are in pure love laid, where husband's breast with tempered ardor glows, and wife, oft mother, is in heart a maid!

Love must not touch the marrow of the soul. Our affections must be breakable chains that we can cast them off or tighten them.

We must believe in the gods no longer if injustice is to prevail over justice.

To the ignorant, even the words of wise seem foolishness.

Know we how many tomorrows the gods intend for our todays.