He is praised by some, blamed by others.
Busy idleness urges us on.
Joyful let the soul be in the present, let it disdain to trouble about what is beyond and temper bitterness with a laugh. Nothing is blessed forever.
It is hard to utter common notions in an individual way.
Fiction intended to please, should resemble truth as much as possible.
Take heed lest you stumble.