Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.
Think of the wonders uncorked by wine! It opens secrets, gives heart to our hopes, pushes the cowardly into battle, lifts the load from anxious minds, and evokes talents. Thanks to the bottle's prompting no one is lost for words, no one who's cramped by poverty fails to find release.
Victory is by nature superb and insulting.
He who has enough for his wants should desire nothing more.
Virtue lies half way between two opposite vices.
Who knows whether the gods will add tomorrow to the present hour?