We rarely find anyone who can say he has lived a happy life, and who, content with his life, can retire from the world like a satisfied guest.

Kings play the fool, and the people suffer for it.

Limbs of a dismembered poet.

When a man is pleased with the lot of others, he is dissatisfied with his own, as a matter of course.

Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own: he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today. Be fair or foul or rain or shine, the joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not Heaven itself upon the past has power, but what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

Adversity is wont to reveal genius, prosperity to hide it.

Those who cross the sea, change sky, but not soul.