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

We are more speedily and fatally corrupted by domestic examples of vice, and particularly when they are impressed on our minds as from authority.

It was a wine jar when the molding began: as the wheel runs round why does it turn out a water pitcher?

What does drunkenness not accomplish? It unlocks secrets, confirms our hopes, urges the indolent into battle, lifts the burden from anxious minds, teaches new arts.

No one is content with his own lot.

With you I should love to live, with you be ready to die.

Not to hope for things to last forever, is what the year teaches and even the hour which snatches a nice day away.