Happy is the hearing man; unhappy the speaking man.
Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same.
All Mankind love a lover.
We are immersed in beauty, but our eyes have no clear vision.
We don’t count a man’s years, until he has nothing else to count.
Life is a festival only to the wise.
This time, like all times, is a very good one, if we but know what to do with it.
No change of circumstances can repair a defect of character.
We must be our own before we can be another's.
When nature has work to be done, she creates a genius to do it.
