Nothing can allay the rage of biting envy.

Here is a fine field for talent.

Nature has placed his own happiness in each man's hands, if he only knew how to use it.

Men live best upon a little; Nature has given to all the privilege of being happy, if they but knew how to use their gifts.

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.

Whoever desires is always poor.