Grief is put to flight and assuaged by generous draughts.

The cause is hidden; the effect is visible to all.

Simplicity is a jewel rarely found.

We have ploughed the vast ocean in a fragile bark.

Hate I shall, if I can; if I can't, I shall love though not willing.

Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.

It is prudence that first forsakes the wretched.