Those who cross the sea, change sky, but not soul.

Adversity reveals the genius of a general; good fortune conceals it.

Not gods, nor men, nor even booksellers have put up with poets' being second-rate.

Abridge your hopes in proportion to the shortness of the span of human life; for while we converse, the hours, as if envious of our pleasure, fly away: enjoy, therefore, the present time, and trust not too much to what to-morrow may produce.

I can never forget suffering and I will never forget sunset. I came home with all of it in my mind.

He possesses dominion over himself, and is happy, who can every day say, "I have lived." Tomorrow the heavenly father may either involve the world in dark clouds, or cheer it with clear sunshine, he will not, however, render ineffectual the things which have already taken place.

Heir follows heir, as wave succeeds to wave.