Thy destiny is only that of man, but thy aspirations may be those of a god.
The mind ill at ease, the body suffers also.
A broken fortune is like a falling column; the lower it sinks, the greater weight it has to sustain.
Alas! how difficult it is not to betray one's guilt by one's looks.
O fool, what else is sleep but chill death's likeness?
A good disposition is a virtue in itself, and it is lasting; the burden of the years cannot depress it, and love that is founded on it endures to the end.