It is but a small merit to observe silence, but it is a grave fault to speak of matters on which we should be silent.
Wherever I look there is nothing but the image of death.
When there is plenty of wine, sorrow and worry take wing.
A wealthy traveller fears an ambush, while one with empty pockets journeys on in safety.
Majesty and love do not well agree, nor do they live together.
Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.