Here, or nowhere, is the thing we seek.
Friends fly away when the cask has been drained to the dregs.
I am not bound over to swear allegiance to any master; where the storm drives me I turn in for shelter.
Anger is momentary madness, so control your passion or it will control you.
He, who has blended the useful with the sweet, has gained every point .
Who then is free? The one who wisely is lord of themselves, who neither poverty, death or captivity terrify, who is strong to resist his appetites and shun honors, and is complete in themselves smooth and round like a globe