Wise were the kings who never chose a friend till with full cups they had unmasked his soul, and seen the bottom of his deepest thoughts.

In Rome you long for the country. In the country you praise to the skies the distant town.

And seek for truth in the groves of Academe.

The secret of all good writing is sound judgment.

Fierce eagles breed not the tender dove.

Be this thy brazen bulwark, to keep a clear conscience, and never turn pale with guilt.

Govern your temper, which will rule you unless kept in subjection.