The willing, destiny guides them; the unwilling, destiny drags them.
Whatever we give to the wretched, we lend to fortune.
No emotion falls into dislike so readily as sorrow.
This life is only a prelude to eternity.
Every reign must submit to a greater reign.
Reasons for anxiety will never be lacking, whether born of prosperity or of wretchedness; life pushes on in a succession of engrossments. We shall always pray for leisure.