Abridge your hopes in proportion to the shortness of the span of human life; for while we converse, the hours, as if envious of our pleasure, fly away: enjoy, therefore, the present time, and trust not too much to what to-morrow may produce.
Shun an inquisitive man, he is invariably a tell-tale.
Lighten grief with hopes of a brighter morrow; Temper joy, in fear of a change of fortune.
The sorrowful dislike the gay, and the gay the sorrowful.
No one is content with his own lot.
There is no such thing as perfect happiness.