All things have their ends and cycles. And when they have reached their highest point, they are in their lowest ruin, for they cannot last for long in such a state. Such is the end for those who cannot moderate their fortune and prosperity with reason and temperance.

Appetite comes with eating.

A man of good sense always believes what he is told, and what he finds written down.

How comes it that you curse, Frere Jean? It's only, said the monk, in order to embellish my language. They are the colors of Ciceronian rhetoric.

We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us.

How can I govern others, who can't even govern myself?

How do you know antiquity was foolish? How do you know the present is wise? Who made it foolish? Who made it wise?