Sleep, rest of nature, O sleep, most gentle of the divinities, peace of the soul, thou at whose presence care disappears, who soothest hearts wearied with daily employments, and makest them strong again for labour!

When the roses are gone, nothing is left but the thorn.

The result proves the wisdom of the act.

What is harder than rock, or softer than water? Yet soft water hollows out hard rock. Persevere.

An injury may prove a blessing.

You will be melancholy, if you are solitary.

Pleasant words are the food of love.