The malicious have a dark happiness.
The ox suffers, the cart complains.
A republic may be called the climate of civilization.
The owl goes not into the nest of the lark.
One cannot be a good historian of the outward, visible world without giving some thought to the hidden, private life of ordinary people; and on the other hand one cannot be a good historian of this inner life without taking into account outward events where these are relevant.
Dying is nothing. What's terrible is not to live.