One often calms one's grief by recounting it.

I see, I know, I believe, I am undeceived.

The subject of a good tragedy must not be realistic.

In recounting our woes, we often soothe them.

Deceit is the game of petty spirits, and that is by nature a woman's quality.

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

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