Fortune Leaves Always Some Door Open To

Sorrow Was Made For Man, Not For Beasts; Yet If Men Encourage Melancholy Too Much, They Become No Better Than Beasts.

I Can Tell Where My Own Shoe Pinches Me.

There Is A Time For Some Things, And A Time For All Things; A Time For Great Things, And A Time For Small Things.

To Be Good To The Vile Is To Throw Water Into The Sea.

There Is No Remembrance Which Time Does Not Obliterate, Nor Pain Which Death Does Not Terminate.