Have Hope. Though clouds environs now, And gladness hides her face in scorn, Put thou the shadow from thy brow, - No night but hath its morn.
It would be necessary that they should be already sages to love wisdom...
The lemonade is weak, like your soul.
There is no solitude in nature.
Virtue has her heroes too As well as Fame and Fortune.
To save all we must risk all.