It is the common vice of all, in old age, to be too intent upon our interests.
Nowadays those are rewarded who make right appear wrong.
The life of man is like a game with dice; if you don't get the throw you want, you must show your skill in making the best of the throw you get.
Of my friends I am the only one left.
The less my hope, the hotter my love
We are all of us the worse for too much liberty.