Happy the man who can count his sufferings.
Let love steal in disguised as friendship.
All things human hang by a slender thread; and that which seemed to stand strong suddenly falls and sinks in ruins.
A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.
The love of fame puts spurs to the mind
Had I not sinned what would there be for you to pardon. My fate has given you the opportunity for mercy.