It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.

Gutta cavat lapidem, non vi sed saepe cadendo. (The drop excavates the stone, not with force but by falling often.)

God himself favors the brave.

The man who has experienced shipwreck shudders even at a calm sea.

Pleasant words are the food of love.

Time glides away and as we get older through the noiseless years; the days flee and are restrained by no reign.

Friendship is but a name; fidelity but an empty name.