Stranger in a strange country.
Oh child, may you be happier than your father, but in all other respects alike. And then you would not be bad.
If we always helped one another, no one would need luck.
Fortune cannot aid those who do nothing.
You clearly hate to yield, but you will regret it when your anger has passed. Such natures are justly the hardest for themselves to bear.
When people fall in deep distress, their native sense departs.