All good verses are like impromptus made at leisure.
Imitate time; it destroys everything slowly; it undermines, it wears away, it detaches, it does not wrench.
Think of the ills from which you are exempt.
How many weak shoulders have craved heavy burdens!
He who cannot see the beautiful side is a bad painter, a bad friend, a bad lover; he cannot lift his mind and his heart so high as goodness.
Slander is the solace of malignity.