Lighten grief with hopes of a brighter morrow; Temper joy, in fear of a change of fortune.

Happy the man who, removed from all cares of business, after the manner of his forefathers cultivates with his own team his paternal acres, freed from all thought of usury.

I hate the irreverent rabble and keep them far from me.

In neglected fields the fern grows, which must be cleared out by fire.

It is but a poor establishment where there are not many superfluous things which the owner knows not of, and which go to the thieves.

He will often have to scratch his head, and bite his nails to the quick. [To succeed he will have to puzzle his brains and work hard.]

I have lived: tomorrow the Father may fill the sky with black clouds or with cloudless sunshine.