Cats know not how to pardon.

We read on the foreheads of those who are surrounded by a foolish luxury, that fortune sells what she is thought to give.

I bend and do not break.

How wealthy the gods would be if we remembered the promises we made when we were in danger.

Even if misfortune is only good for bringing a fool to his senses, it would still be just to deem it good for something.

In short, luck's always to blame.

Everyone believes very easily whatever they fear or desire.