The price we have to pay for money is sometimes liberty.
That man is a success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much.
Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.
But of works of art little can be said.
Had be been Shakespeare, he would then have written Troilus and Cressidato brand the offending sex; but being only a little dog, he began to bite them.
In every part and corner of our life, to lose oneself is to be a gainer; to forget oneself is to be happy.