It is sometimes pleasant even to act like a madman.
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.
Call it Nature, Fate, Fortune; all these are names of the one and selfsame God.
Courage leads to heaven; fear leads to death.
It is rash to condemn where you are ignorant.
The man who has learned to triumph over sorrow wears his miseries as though they were sacred fillets upon his brow; and nothing is so entirely admirable as a man bravely wretched.