In recounting our woes, we often soothe them.

One often calms one's grief by recounting it.

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.

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

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

Flee an enemy who knows your weakness.