Do not try to find out - we're forbidden to know - what end the gods have in store for me, or for you.

They change their sky, not their mind, who cross the sea. A busy idleness possesses us: we seek a happy life, with ships and carriages: the object of our search is present with us.

Once sent out, a word takes wings beyond recall.

Mistakes are their own instructors

We are free to yield to truth.

Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque revenit. You can drive nature out with a pitchfork, she will nevertheless come back.

I prayed only for a small piece of land, a garden, an ever-flowing spring, and bit of woods.