How base a thing it is when a man will struggle with necessity! We have to die.
Again, a smooth answer, signifying nothing.
Danger gleams like sunshine to a brave man's eyes.
The way of God is complex, he is hard for us to predict. He moves the pieces and they come somehow into a kind of order.
Lucky that man whose children make his happiness in life and not his grief, the anguished disappointment of his hopes.
Only a madman would give good for evil