Success, remember is the reward of toil.
When people fall in deep distress, their native sense departs.
Time is the only test of honest men, one day is space enough to know a rogue.
Dreadful is the mysterious power of fate; there is no deliverance from it by wealth or by war, by walled city or dark, seabeaten ships.
Trust dies but mistrust blossoms.
The joy that comes past hope and beyond expectation is like no other pleasure in extent.