Nature has granted to all to be happy, if we did but know how to use her benefits.
Whoever desires is always poor.
Death is the great leveller.
Power call achieve more by gentle means than by violence.
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.
Lust, forgetful of future suffering, hurries us along the forbidden path.