When collapse is imminent, the little rodents flee.
Hope is a working-man's dream.
We live by reposing trust in each other.
Among these things, one thing seems certain - that nothing certain exists and that there is nothing more pitiful or more presumptuous than man.
The graceful tear that streams for others' Man is the weeping animal born to govern all the rest.
Lust is an enemy to the purse, a foe to the person, a canker to the mind, a corrosive to the conscience, a weakness of the wit, a besotter of the senses, and finally, a mortal bane to all the body.