Necessity takes impartially the highest and the lowest.
Superfluous advice is not retained by the full mind.
Fortune, delighting in her cruel task, and playing her wanton game untiringly, is ever shifting her uncertain favours.
Learned or unlearned we all must be scribbling.
Joyful let the soul be in the present, let it disdain to trouble about what is beyond and temper bitterness with a laugh. Nothing is blessed forever.
Poverty urges us to do and suffer anything that we may escape from it, and so leads us away from virtue.