Occupy yourself, and you will be out of harm's way.
Good hope is often beguiled by her own augury.
Misfortunes often sharpen the genius.
Thus I am not able to exist either with you or without you; and I seem not to know my own wishes.
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.
Add little to little and there will be a big pile.