The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.
The oak fought the wind and was broken, while the willow bent when it must and survived.
The miserable have no other medicine, but only hope.
Wise men ne’er sit and wail their loss but cheerly seek how to redress their harms.
When everything else fails – music remains.
Regrets are vain, and all may not yet be lost.
O Earth! all bathed with blood and tears, yet never hast thou ceased putting forth thy fruit and flowers.[O terre! toute baignée de sang et de larmes, tu n’as jamais cessé de produire et des fruits et des fleurs!]
Nothing happens to any man which he is not formed by nature to bear.[Οὐδὲν οὐδενὶ συμβαίνει ὃ οὐχὶ ἐκεῖνο πέφυκε φέρειν.]
Rack can torture me – My Soul – at Liberty – Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One –
Never let the future disturb you. You will meet it, if you have to, with the same weapons of reason which today arm you against the present.[Τὰ μέλλοντα μὴ ταρασσέτω˙ ἥξεις γὰρ ἐπ αὐτά, ἐὰν δεήσῃ, φέρων τὸν αὐτὸν λόγον ᾧ νῦν πρὸς τὰ παρόντα χρᾷ.]
Life is like a train, Mademoiselle. It goes on. And it is a good thing that that is so.
If there is a god, all is well; and if chance rules, do not thou also be governed by it.[εἴτε θεός, εὖἔχει πάντα˙ εἴτε τὸ εἰκῇ.]
