Love must not touch the marrow of the soul. Our affections must be breakable chains that we can cast them off or tighten them.

In misfortune, which friend remains a friend?

Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.

Luckier than one's neighbor, but still not happy.

In goodness there are all kinds of wisdom.

Ignorance of one's misfortunes is clear gain.

There is safety in numbers.