We are like vessels tossed on the bosom of the deep; our passions are the winds that sweep us impetuously forward; each pleasure is a rock; the whole….

Of all faults the greatest is the excess of impious terror, dishonoring divine grace. He who despairs wants love, wants faith; for faith, hope, and l….

The canker which the trunk conceals is revealed by the leaves, the fruit, or the flower..

Cowards' weapons neither cut nor pierce..

Though the Indian ocean abounds in rich and rare gems, it does not boast a clearer sky nor more unruffled sea. If there be a shore that dreads not th….

The eye that gazes upon the sun sees not the orb it looks upon, confounded by the excess of its brightness..

If you wish to behold God, you may see Him in every object around; search in your breast, and you will find Him there. And if you do not yet perceive….

If our inward griefs were written on our brows, how many who are envied now would be pitied. It would seem that they had their deadliest foe in their….

The aged oak upon the steep stands more firm and secure if assailed by angry winds; for if the winter bares its head, the more strongly it strikes it….

Fortune is the best school of courage when she is fraught with anger, in the same way as winds and tempests are the school of the sailorboy..

If our inward griefs were seen written on our brow, how many would be pitied who are now envied! [It., Se a ciascun l'interno affanno Si leggesse in ….

The pilot who is always dreading a rock or a tempest must not complain if he remain a poor fisherman. We must at times trust, something to fortune, f….

Love is a feeling that comes into our hearts of our own choice for neither force nor harshness can limit the heart's freedom..

If the internal griefs of every man could be read, written on his forehead, how many who now excite envy would appear to be the objects of pity?.

Sharp and fell remorse, the offspring of my sin! Why do you, O God, lacerate my heart so late? Why, O boding cries, that scream so close to me,--why ….

The bee and the serpent often sip from the selfsame flower..

If every man's internal care Were written on his brow, How many would our pity share Who raise our envy now?.

It is by no means a fact that death is the worst of all evils; when it comes it is an alleviation to mortals who are worn out with sufferings..

How full of error is the judgment of mankind! They wonder at results when they are ignorant of the reasons.

An old warrior is never in haste to strike the blow..

It is the just decree of Heaven that a traitor never sees his danger till his ruin is at hand..