Lust, forgetful of future suffering, hurries us along the forbidden path.
Nature has given the opportunity of happiness to all, knew they but how to use it.
Clemency alone makes us equal to the gods.
He who seeks to terrify others is more in fear himself.
The covetous man is always poor.
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.