Everywhere across whatever sorrows of which our life is woven, some radiant joy will gaily flash past.
Steeds, steeds, what steeds! Has the whirlwind a home in your manes?
There are passions that it is not for man to choose.
There exists a kind of laughter which is worthy to be ranked with the higher lyric emotions and is infinitely different from the twitching of a mean merrymaker.
They don’t listen to me, they don’t hear me, they don’t see me.
Keep not money, but keep good people's company.