The good, we do it; the evil, that is fortune; man is always right, and destiny always wrong.
What God does, He does well.
There's nothing sweeter than a real friend: Not only is he prompt to lend— An angler delicate, he fishes The very deepest of your wishes, And spares your modesty the task His friendly aid to ask. A dream, a shadow, wakes his fear, When pointing at the object dear.
Habit, to which all of us are more or less slaves.
In short, luck's always to blame.
Rare as is true love, true friendship is rarer.