Prepare yourselves for the roaring voice of the God of Joy!
There is something in the pang of change more than the heart can bear, unhappiness remembering happiness.
Youth holds no society with grief.
The brave endure their labors, the cowardly are worth the cowards nothing at all.
Delight in splendor is No more than happiness with little: for both Have their appeal.
If one must do a wrong, it's best to do it pursuing power-otherwise, let's have virtue.