The man whom heaven helps has friends enough.
Too much zeal offends where indirection works.
Account no man happy till he dies.
Power gives no purchase to the hand, it will not hold, soon perishes, and greatness goes.
Common sense is the best prophet.
Human misery must somewhere have a stop; there is no wind that always blows a storm; great good fortune comes to failure in the end. All is change; all yields its place and goes; to persevere, trusting in what hopes he has, is courage in a man. The coward despairs.