[I]t is the wine that leads me on, the wild wine that sets the wisest man to sing at the top of his lungs, laugh like a fool – it drives the man to dancing... it even tempts him to blurt out stories better never told.
Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.
The charity that is a trifle to us can be precious to others.
Light is the task where many share the toil.
A sympathetic friend can be quite as dear as a brother.
Nothing shall I, while sane, compare with a friend.