Happy is the man to whom nature has given a sufficiency with even a sparing hand.
Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.
It is courage, courage, courage, that raises the blood of life to crimson splendor. Live bravely and present a brave front to adversity
Dare to begin! He who postpones living rightly is like the rustic who waits for the river to run out before he crosses.
Leave the rest to the gods.
And Tragedy should blush as much to stoop To the low mimic follies of a farce, As a grave matron would to dance with girls.