What reason, like the careful ant, draws laboriously together, the wind of accident sometimes collects in a moment.

As freely as the firmament embraces the world, so mercy must encircle friend and foe. The sun poursforth impartially his beams through all the regions of infinity; heaven bestows the dew equally on every thirsty plant. Whatever is good and comes from on high is universal and without reserve: but in the heart's recesses darkness dwells.

The worst of me is known, and I can say that I am better than the reputation I bear.

To the fool-king belongs the world.

From the moment fear begins I have ceased to fear.

The dream is short, repentance long.

Death is a mighty mediator. There all the flames of rage are extinguished, hatred is appeased, and angelic pity, like a weeping sister, bends with gentle and close embrace over the funeral urn.