Lighten grief with hopes of a brighter morrow; Temper joy, in fear of a change of fortune.
Virtue lies half way between two opposite vices.
Misfortunes, untoward events, lay open, disclose the skill of a general, while success conceals his weakness, his weak points.
Twixt hope and fear, anxiety and anger.
We are all gathered to the same fold.
Seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the future.