Our condition never satisfies us; the present is always the worst. Though Jupiter should grant his request to each, we should continue to importune him.

We heed no instincts but our own.

Sadness flies away on the wings of time.

Everyone believes very easily whatever they fear or desire.

We are never content with our lot.

Rare as is true love, true friendship is rarer.

He knoweth the universe, and himself he knoweth not.