There are secret ties, there are sympathies, by the sweet relationship of which souls that are well matched attach themselves to each other, and are affected by I know not what, which cannot be explained

We never taste a perfect joy; our happiest successes are mixed with sadness.

How sweet to die after one's enemies.

One often calms one's grief by recounting it.

He who forgives readily only invites offense.

Have others fear you, and I will have no fear.

Let us attend to the present, and as to the future we shall know how to manage when the occasion arrives.