The game of life looks cheerful when one carries a treasure safe in his heart.

Time is a blooming field: nature is ever teeming with life: and all is seed, and all is fruit.

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

A virtuous name is the precious only good, for which queens and peasants' wives must contest together.

He who has done his best for his own time has lived for all times.

Happy he who learns to bear what he cannot change.

It is often wise to reveal that which cannot be concealed for long.