Silver and gold are not the only coin; virtue too passes current all over the world.

Wealth stays with us a little moment if at all: only our characters are steadfast, not our gold.

To a father waxing old, nothing is dearer than a daughter; sons have spirits of a higher pitch, but less inclined to endearing fondness.

In adverse hours the friendship of the good shines most; each prosperous day commands its friends.

Why do we make so much of knowledge, struggle so hard to get some little skill not worth the effort?

Alas, how right the ancient saying is: We, who are old, are nothing else but noise And shape. Like mimicries of dreams we go, And have no wits, although we think us wise.

I have found power in the mysteries of thought, exaltation in the changing of the Muses; I have been versed in the reasonings of men; but Fate is stronger than anything I have known.