Let him who has once perceived how much that, which has been discarded, excels that which he has longed for, return at once, and seek again that which he despised.

The snow has at last melted, the fields regain their herbage, and the trees their leaves.

There is a proper measure in all things, certain limits beyond which and short of which right is not to be found. Who so cultivates the golden mean avoids the poverty of a hovel and the envy of a palace.

Mediocrity is not allowed to poets, either by the gods or men.

Happy is the man to whom nature has given a sufficiency with even a sparing hand.

What is wealth to me if I cannot enjoy it?

I have erected amonument more lasting than bronze.