Joys are our wings, sorrows our spurs.
Individuality is to be preserved and respected everywhere, as the root of everything good.
What Cicero said of men-that they are like wines, age souring the bad, and bettering the good-we can say of misfortune, that it has the same effect upon them.
Repetition is the mother of education.
Every man has a rainy corner of his life whence comes foul weather which follows him.
A sky full of silent suns.