The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved, in a tear of the sisters of Phaeton, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar. It has obtained a worthy reward for its great toils; we may suppose that the bee itself would have desired such a death.

Life is not living, but living in health.

A vagrant is everywhere at home.

Some are good, some are middling, the most are bad.

What's a wretched man? A man whom no man pleases.

It is easy in adversity to despise death; he has real fortitude who dares to live and be wretched.

Wish to be what you are, and wish for no other position.