We fluctuate long between love and hatred before we can arrive at tranquillity.

Tea seems to tenderize cheap cuts of beef. After cooking chuck, boiling beef and brisket (I even mixed rib eye, which is ever so cheap, and it's great) I have decided that the tannic acid in the tea is what tenderizes beef!

Prosperity seldom chooses the side of the virtuous.

The heart overwhelmed by grief knows no rest.

Riches and power are but gifts of blind fate, whereas goodness is the result of one's own merits.

I am convinced by a sad experience that it is natural to avoid those to whom we have been too much obliged, and that uncommon generosity causes neglect rather than gratitude.

Would that thy love, beloved, had less trust in me, that it might be more anxious!