How quick the old woe follows a little bliss!
How difficult it is to save the bark of reputation from the rocks of ignorance.
I saw the tracks of angels in the earth: the beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world.
I have friends whose society is delightful to me; they are persons of all countries and of all ages; distinguished in war, in council, and in letters; easy to live with, always at my command.
And tears are heard within the harp I touch.
It may be only glory that we seek here, but I persuade myself that, as long as we remain here, that is right. Another glory awaits us in heaven and he who reaches there will not wish even to think of earthly fame.