Poverty urges us to do and suffer anything that we may escape from it, and so leads us away from virtue.

Multa ferunt anni venientes commoda secum, Multa recedentes adimiunt. (The years, as they come, bring many agreeable things with them; as they go, they take many away.)

Take subject matter equal to your powers, and ponder long, what your shoulders cannot bear, and what they can.

The envious pine at others' success; no greater punishment than envy was devised by Sicilian tyrants.

I shall not altogether die.

All men do not, in fine, admire or love the same thing.

In going abroad we change the climate not our dispositions.