The great happiness of life, I find, after all, to consist in the regular discharge of some mechanical duty.
Song forbids victorious deeds to die.
One drop of hatred left in the cup of joy turns the most blissful draught into poison.
All things must; man is the only creature that wills.
The world is ruled only by consideration of advantages.
What reason, like the careful ant, draws laboriously together, the wind of accident sometimes collects in a moment.