The happy think a lifetime short, but to the unhappy one night can be an eternity.
Avarice is a cursed vice: offer a man enough gold, and he will part with his own small hoard of food, however great his hunger.
How gracious are the gods in bestowing high positions; and how reluctant are they to insure them when given.
Now that I know what I want, I don't have to hold on to it quite so much.
Poverty persuades a man to do and suffer everything that he may escape from it.
The subject matter is autobiographical, it's all to do with hope and memory and sensuality and involvement, really.