By time and toil we sever What strength and rage could never.
Every journalist owes tribute to the evil one.
I bend, but I do not break.
It is good to be charitable; but to whom? That is the point. As to the ungrateful, there is not one who does not at last die miserable.
Neither wealth or greatness render us happy.
How wealthy the gods would be if we remembered the promises we made when we were in danger.