Many commit the same crimes with a very different result. One bears a cross for his crime; another a crown.

Censure pardons the ravens but rebukes the doves. [The innocent are punished and the wicked escape.]

Nature confesses that she has bestowed on the human race hearts of softest mould, in that she has given us tears.

Quis costodiet ipsos custodies? (Who will watch the watchers?)

We deem those happy who, from the experience of life, have learned to bear its ills, without being overcome by them.

But with what incessant and grievous ills is old age surrounded!

Honesty is praised and left in the cold.