Ambition aspires to descend
Happiness seems made to be shared.
We never taste a perfect joy; our happiest successes are mixed with sadness.
Generosity is the accompaniment of high birth; pity and gratitude are its attendants.
He should be envied Who when his strength is spent lays down his life. Old age reserves a melancholy fate For noble souls before their life is done.
Each instant of life is a step toward death.