We haven't time to spare to hear whether it was between Italy and Sicily that he ran into a storm or somewhere outside the world we know-when every day we're running into our own storms, spiritual storms, and driven by vice into all the troubles that Ulysses ever knew.

That which Fortune has not given, she cannot take away.

What nature requires is obtainable, and within easy reach. It is for the superfluous we sweat.

Nothing is so contemptible as the sentiments of the mob.

Night brings our troubles to the light, rather than banishes them.

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.

To be always fortunate, and to pass through life with a soul that has never known sorrow, is to be ignorant of one half of nature.