Nature has placed his own happiness in each man's hands, if he only knew how to use it.
Death renders all equal.
Clemency alone makes us equal to the gods.
Luxury, that alluring pest with fair forehead, which, yielding always to the will of the body, throws a deadening influence over the senses, and weakens the limbs more than the drugs of Circe's cup.
Nothing can allay the rage of biting envy.
The best manners are stained by haughtiness.