Only when a man's life comes to its end in prosperity dare we pronounce him happy.
Since long I've held silence a remedy for harm.
Death is better a milder fate than tyranny.
He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.
By Time and Age full many things are taught.
Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times.