Our lives ... are but a little while, so let them run as sweetly as you can, and give no thought to grief from day to day. For time is not concerned to keep our hopes, but hurries on its business, and is gone.

Common sense is the best prophet.

The day is for honest men, the night for thieves.

What we look for does not come to pass; God finds a way for what none foresaw.

Noble fathers have noble children.

Dead men have no victory.

Lucky that man whose children make his happiness in life and not his grief, the anguished disappointment of his hopes.