That moderation which nature prescribes, which limits our desires by r >>
Where the fear is, happiness is not. >>
A quarrel is quickly settled when deserted by one party; there is no b >>
What right have I to grieve, who have not ceased to wonder? >>
In struggling against anguish one never produces serenity; the struggl >>
Time heals old pain, while it creates new ones. >>
The display of grief makes more demands than grief itself. How few men are sad in their own company.