The storm is master. Man, as a ball, is tossed twixt winds and billows.

A gloomy guest fits not a wedding feast.

Secrecy is for the happy,--misery, hopeless misery, needs no veil; under a thousand suns it dares act openly.

If you cannot please everyone with your deeds and your art, please a few. To please many is bad.

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.

A noble heart will always capitulate to reason.

The mountain cannot frighten one who was born on it.