Both to the rich and poor, wine is the happy antidote for sorrow.
Power gives no purchase to the hand, it will not hold, soon perishes, and greatness goes.
Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.
How base a thing it is when a man will struggle with necessity! We have to die.
Experience, travel - these are an education in themselves.
Lucky that man whose children make his happiness in life and not his grief, the anguished disappointment of his hopes.