He who has two languages has two souls.
How can life be worth living, if devoid Of the calm trust reposed by friend in friend? What sweeter joy than in the kindred soul, Whose converse differs not from self-communion?
I never indulge in rhyme or stanza Unless I'm in bed with the influenza.
Let no one pay me honor with tears, nor celebrate my funeral rites with weeping.
A true friend is tested in adversity.
They hate whom they fear.