Envy assails the noblest: the winds howl around the highest peaks.
Beauty is a frail good.
These are the evils which result from gossiping habits.
He is a foolish swimmer who swims against the stream, when he might take the current sideways.
To feel our ills is one thing, but to cure them is another.
It is art to conceal art. -Ars est celare artem