A word, once sent abroad, flies irrevocably.
I have erected amonument more lasting than bronze.
Busy idleness urges us on.
Everything, virtue, glory, honor, things human and divine, all are slaves to riches.
God made not pleasures for the rich alone.
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.