We never taste a perfect joy; our happiest successes are mixed with sadness.

In recounting our woes, we often soothe them.

Self-love is the source of all our other loves.

An example is often a deceptive mirror, and the order of destiny, so troubling to our thoughts, is not always found written in things past.

I too have known joy and sadness, and, on the whole, I prefer joy

Flee an enemy who knows your weakness.