Tis not always in a physician's power to cure the sick; at times the disease is stronger than trained art.
Alas! how difficult it is not to betray one's guilt by one's looks.
Most safely shall you tread the middle path.
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.
Love and dignity cannot share the same abode.
Winged time glides on insensibly, and deceive us; and there is nothing more fleeting than years.