Sorrows must die with the joys they outnumber.

The universe is a thought of God.

A merely fallen enemy may rise again, but the reconciled one is truly vanquished.

Let no one despair, even though in the darkest night the last star of hope may disappear.

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.

Wine invents nothing; it only tattles.

He cannot complain of a hard sentence, who is made master of his own fate.