The stillest tongue can be the truest friend.
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.
My tongue swore, but my mind was still unpledged.
In misfortune, which friend remains a friend?
Friends show their love in times of trouble, not in happiness.
Human misery must somewhere have a stop; there is no wind that always blows a storm.