How sweet is life, can we but choose with whom to live it: to live for oneself is no life.
Whom the gods love dies young.
Art is man's refuge from adversity.
Do not fight against Providence; nor bring more heavy weather to the storm. Face what is already there.
Chance is a kind of god, for it preserves many things which we do not observe.
The truth sometimes not sought for comes forth to the light.