Who has more leisure than a worm?

It is sweet to mingle tears with tears; Griefs, where they wound in solitude, Wound more deeply.

If a man knows not to which port he sails, no wind is favorable.

We learn not for life but for the debating-room.

Solitude and company may be allowed to take their turns: the one creates in us the love of mankind, the other that of ourselves; solitude relieves us when we are sick of company, and conversation when we are weary of being alone, so that the one cures the other. There is no man so miserable as he that is at a loss how to use his time

There are no greater wretches in the world than many of those whom people in general take to be happy.

There is no fair wind for one who knows not whither he is bound.