Twixt hope and fear, anxiety and anger.
In Rome you long for the country. In the country you praise to the skies the distant town.
The body oppressed by excesses bears down the mind, and depresses to the earth any portion of the divine spirit we had been endowed with.
Anger is brief madness
The Sun, the stars and the seasons as they pass, some can gaze upon these with no strain of fear.
Mistakes are their own instructors