The shimmering night does not stay for mortals, not misfortunes, nor wealth, but in a moment it is gone, and to the turn of another comes joy and loss.

In darkness one may be ashamed of what one does, without the shame of disgrace.

Love, you mock us for your sport.

Numberless are the world's wonders, but none More wonderful than man.

A day lays low and lifts up again all human things.

All men make mistakes, but a good man yields when he knows his course is wrong, and repairs the evil. The only crime is pride.

Isn't it the sweetest mockery to mock our enemies?