Winged time glides on insensibly, and deceive us; and there is nothing more fleeting than years.
Be bold, take courage... and be strong of soul
We are slow to believe that which if believed would hurt our feelings.
It is some alleviation to ills we cannot cure to speak of them.
Tempus edax rerum. Time the devourer of everything.
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.