Love lives on hope, and dies when hope is dead; It is a flame which sinks for lack of fuel.
In relating our misfortunes, we often feel them lightened.
It is a law, of the gods which is never broken, to sell somewhat dearly the great benefits which they confer on us.
It is the gift of heaven and not of reason.
Alas, I emerge from one disaster to fall into a worse.
Time is a great manager: it arranges things well.