In short, luck's always to blame.

Often we find our own destiny on the same roads that we have been avoiding.

You've tried to reform what will not learn. Shut doors on traits that you wish were dead; They will open a window and return.

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.

From a distance it is something; and nearby it is nothing.

In everything one must consider the end.

We like to see others, but don't like others to see through us.