Where reason fails, time oft has worked a cure.

One who's our friend is fond of us; one who's fond of us isn't necessarily our friend.

He is ungrateful who denies that he has received a kindness which has been bestowed upon him; he is ungrateful who conceals it; he is ungrateful who makes no return for it; most ungrateful of all is he who forgets it.

What is true belongs to me!

No tree becomes rooted and sturdy unless many a wind assails it. For by its very tossing it tightens its grip and plants its roots more securely; the fragile trees are those that have grown in a sunny valley.

Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all.

I don’t mind citing a bad author if the line is good.