A man of pleasure is a man of pains.
Virtue alone has majesty in death.
The weak have remedies, the wise have joys; superior wisdom is superior bliss.
Give me, indulgent gods with mind serene, And guiltless heart, to range the sylvan scene, No splendid poverty, no smiling care, No well-bred hate, or servile grandeur, there.
The purpose firm is equal to the deed
The course of Nature is the art of God