Be it mine to draw from wisdom's fount, pure as it flows, that calm of soul which virtue only knows.

There is a limit to the best of health, disease is always a near neighbor.

But from the good health of the mind comes that which is dear to all and the object of prayer-happiness.

But when once the earth has sucked up a dead man's blood, there is no way to raise him up.

Everyone is ready to speak ill of a stranger.

For children preserve the fame of a man after his death.

I willingly speak to those who know, but for those who do not know I forget.