There are some who praise a man free from disease; to me no man who is poor seems free from disease but to be constantly sick.
Heaven ne'er helps the men who will not act.
The sleep of a sick man has keen eyes. It is a sleep unsleeping.
To revive sorrow is cruel.
Whoever lives among many evils just as I, how can dying not be a source of gain?
The joy that comes past hope and beyond expectation is like no other pleasure in extent.