Heaven sends us misfortunes as a moral tonic.

Listeners beware, for ye are doomed never to hear good of yourselves.

To appear rich, we become poor.

Heaven sends us misfortunes as a moral tonic.

The most certain mode of making people content with us is to make them content with themselves.

Flowers are the bright remembrances of youth; they waft us back, with their bland odorous breath, the joyous hours that only young life knows, ere we have learnt that this fair earth hides graves.

Grief is, of all the passions, the one that is the most ingenious and indefatigable in finding food for its own subsistence.