He appears mad indeed but to a few, because the majority is infected with the same disease.
As we speak cruel time is fleeing. Seize the day, believing as little as possible in tomorrow.
Let your poem be kept nine years.
Virtue lies half way between two opposite vices.
The impartial earth opens alike for the child of the pauper and the king.
Often you must turn your stylus to erase, if you hope to write anything worth a second reading.