My age, my inclinations, are no longer what they were.

There are words and accents by which this grief can be assuaged, and the disease in a great measure removed.

Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.

It is of no consequence of what parents a man is born, as long as he be a man of merit.

There is a measure in everything. There are fixed limits beyond which and short of which right cannot find a resting place.

When we try to avoid one fault, we are led to the opposite, unless we be very careful.

The short span of life forbids us to take on far-reaching hopes.