It's the great soul that surrenders itself to fate, but a puny degenerate thing that struggles.
He will live ill who does not know how to die well.
He who blushes at riding in a rattletrap, will boast when he rides in style.
The sun shines even on the wicked.
You must live for another if you wish to live for yourself.
The law of the pleasure in having done anything for another is, that the one almost immediately forgets having given, and the other remembers eternally having received.