There is no such thing as perfect happiness.
The cook cares not a bit for toil, toil, if the fowl be plump and fat
Gold delights to walk through the very midst of the guard, and to break its way through hard rocks, more powerful in its blow than lightning.
God made not pleasures for the rich alone.
The musician who always plays on the same string is laughed at.
Seize the day, and put the least possible trust in tomorrow.