It is hard! But what can not be removed, becomes lighter through patience.
No, but you're wrong now, and always will be.
There is no such thing as perfect happiness.
Words challenge eternity.
Not gods, nor men, nor even booksellers have put up with poets' being second-rate.
Abridge your hopes in proportion to the shortness of the span of human life; for while we converse, the hours, as if envious of our pleasure, fly away: enjoy, therefore, the present time, and trust not too much to what to-morrow may produce.