It is the fine rain that soaks us through.
It is thus that we walk through the world like the blind, not knowing whither we are going, regarding as bad what is good, regarding as good what is bad, and ever in entire ignorance.
It is freezing fit to split a stone.
Happiness, like misfortunes, never comes alone.
It is a disgraceful thing to be ignorant.
I am persuaded that the greater part of our complaints arise from want of exercise.