He makes himself ridiculous who is for ever repeating the same mistake.
Music is an incitement to love.
Limbs of a dismembered poet.
The common people are but ill judges of a man's merits; they are slaves to fame, and their eyes are dazzled with the pomp of titles and large retinue. No wonder, then, that they bestow their honors on those who least deserve them.
The Cadiz tribe, not used to bearing our yoke.
Those who want much, are always much in need; happy the man to whom God gives with a sparing hand what is sufficient for his wants.