Books have their destinies.
It is not enough that poetry is agreeable, it should also be interesting.
Little folks become their little fate.
The mind that is cheerful in its present state, will be averse to all solicitude as to the future, and will meet the bitter occurrences of life with a placid smile.
Clogged with yesterday's excess, the body drags the mind down with it.
It makes a great difference whether Davus or a hero speaks.