The most miserable mortals are they that deliver themselves up to their palates, or to their lusts; the pleasure is short, and turns presently nauseous, and the end of it is either shame or repentance.

Who is everywhere is nowhere. When a person spends all his time in foreign travel, he ends by having many acquaintances, but no friends.

They lose the day in expectation of the night, and the night in fear of the dawn.

Happy he whoe'er, content with the common lot, with safe breeze hugs the shore, and, fearing to trust his skiff to the wider sea, with unambitious oar keeps close to the land.

A man can refrain from wanting what he has not and cheerfully make the best of a bird in the hand.

There in no one more unfortunate than the man who has never been unfortunate. for it has never been in his power to try himself.

Light griefs do speak, while sorrow's tongue is bound.