A sweet thing, for whatever time, to revisit in dreams the dear dad we have lost.
The best prophet is common sense, our native wit.
This is slavery, not to speak one's thought.
Mighty is geometry; joined with art, resistless.
That mortal is a fool who, prospering, thinks his life has any strong foundation; since our fortune's course of action is the reeling way a madman takes, and no one person is ever happy all the time.
Money is far more persuasive than logical arguments.