Revenge, that thirsty dropsy of our souls, makes us covet that which hurts us most.
We have not an hour of life in which our pleasures relish not some pain, our sours, some sweetness.
Patience, the beggar's virtue, shall find no harbor here.
Cheerful looks make every dish a feast, and it is that which crowns a welcome.
Be wise; soar not too high to fall; but stoop to rise.
I had not to this time subsisted, but that I was supported by your frequent courtesies and favours.