Call it Nature, Fate, Fortune; all these are names of the one and selfsame God.
When I think over what I have said, I envy dumb people.
When modesty has once perished, it will never revive.
We pardon familiar vices.
A troubled countenance oft discloses much.
If sensuality were happiness, beasts were happier than men; but human felicity is lodged in the soul, not in the flesh.