Little things please little minds.
Misfortunes often sharpen the genius.
Winged time glides on insensibly, and deceive us; and there is nothing more fleeting than years.
Although they posses enough, and more than enough still they yearn for more.
Love is born of idleness and, once born, by idleness is fostered.
Grief is put to flight and assuaged by generous draughts.