A man can hide all things, excepting twain - That he is drunk, and that he is in love. |
Be not grieved above measure for thy deceased friends. They are not dead, but have only finished the journey which it is necessary for every one of us to take. We ourselves must go to hat great place of reception in which they are all of them assembled, and, in this general rendezvous of mankind, live together in another state of being. |
Everything yields to diligence. |
Old age is, so to speak, the sanctuary of ills: they all take refuge in it. |
Poverty is the schoolmaster of character. |
The quest for riches darkens the sense of right and wrong. |