May he die with no joy at his end, The man who won't be troubled To unlock the keys of his heart and make a friend.
There is the sky, which is all men's together.
Where there are two, one cannot be wretched, and one not.
Woman is woman's natural ally.
Neither earth nor ocean produces a creature as savage and monstrous as woman.
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.