Virtue and vice, evil and good, are siblings, or next-door neighbors, Easy to make mistakes, hard to tell them apart.
Love, and a cough, are not concealed.
Lente, lente currite, noctis equi. Translation: Run slowly, slowly, horses of the night.
A good disposition is a virtue in itself, and it is lasting; the burden of the years cannot depress it, and love that is founded on it endures to the end.
Burdens become light when cheerfully borne.
He is a foolish swimmer who swims against the stream, when he might take the current sideways.