Human misery must somewhere have a stop; there is no wind that always blows a storm; great good fortune comes to failure in the end. All is change; all yields its place and goes; to persevere, trusting in what hopes he has, is courage in a man. The coward despairs.

Even catastrophes grow weary,
No wind can keep blasting all the time.
And great happiness in the end falters.
Yes, all is change.

When bad fortune occurs, the unresourceful, unimaginative man looks about him to attach the blame to someone else; the resolute accepts misfortune and endeavors to survive, mature, and improve because of it.

A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you'd think misfortune would get tired, but then time is your misfortune.

A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you'd think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune

I have grown weary of the troubles of life.
I know what has happened to-day and yesterday, before it, but verily, of the knowledge of what will happen to-morrow.
I see death is like the blundering of a blind camel;—him whom he meets he kills, and he whom he misses lives and will become old.
He who does not act with kindness in many affairs will be torn by teeth and trampled under foot.
And he, who makes benevolent acts intervene before honor, increases his honor; and he, who does not avoid abuse, will be abused.
He who keeps his word, will not be reviled; and he whose heart is guided to self-satisfying benevolence will not stammer.
He who dreads the causes of death, they will reach him, even if he ascends the tracts of the heavens with a ladder.
He, who is always seeking to bear the burdens of other people, and does not excuse himself from it, will one day by reason of his abasement, repent.
Many silent ones you see, pleasing to you, but their excess in wisdom or deficiency will appear at the time of talking.
The tongue of a man is one half, and the other half is his mind, and here is nothing besides these two, except the shape of the blood and the flesh.
Verily, as to the folly of an old man there is no wisdom after it, but the young man after his folly may become wise.

Times go by turns and chances change by course,
From foul to fair, from better hap to worse.

Hardship may dishearten at first, but every hardship passes away. All despair is followed by hope; all darkness is followed by sunshine.

The saddest birds a season find to sing,
The roughest storm a calm may soon allay;
Thus with succeeding turns God tempereth all,
That men may hope to rise yet fear to fall.

There comes a time when the cup of endurance runs over, and men are no longer willing to be plunged into the abyss of despair.

When all the Blandishments of Life are gone,
The Coward sneaks to Death, the Brave live on.

The brave man is not he who feels no fear,
For that were stupid and irrational;
But he, whose noble soul its fear subdues,
And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.

A man must either fall or rise in adversity.

To bear misfortunes with a tranquil mind
robs hardship of its strength and weight.