Do you count your birthdays with gratitude?

Drive Nature from your door with a pitchfork, and she will return again and again.

Let every man find pleasure in practising the profession he has learnt.

Seest thou how pale the sated guest rises from supper, where the appetite is puzzled with varieties? The body, too, burdened with I yesterday's excess, weighs down the soul, and fixes to the earth this particle of the divine essence.

No man ever reached to excellence in any one art or profession without having passed through the slow and painful process of study and preparation.

Be this our wall of brass, to be conscious of having done no evil, and to grow pale at no accusation.

We hate merit while it is with us; when taken away from our gaze, we long for it jealously.