I have found power in the mysteries of thought.

Those who are held Wise among men and who search the reasons of things, are those who bring the most sorrow on themselves.

Nothing is hopeless; we must hope for everything.

Events will take their course, it is no good of being angry at them; he is happiest who wisely turns them to the best account.

Know we how many tomorrows the gods intend for our todays.

I loathe a friend whose gratitude grows old, a friend who takes his friend's prosperity but will not voyage with him in his grief

Everyone asks if a man is rich, no one if he is good.