Nothing is achieved without toil.

If the crow had been satisfied to eat his prey in silence, he would have had more meat and less quarreling and envy.

Clogged with yesterday's excess, the body drags the mind down with it.

The short span of life forbids us to spin out hope to any length. Soon will night be upon you, and the fabled Shades, and the shadowy Plutonian home.

The just man having a firm grasp of his intentions, neither the heated passions of his fellow men ordaining something awful, nor a tyrant staring him in the face, will shake in his convictions.

A bad reader soon puts to flight both wise men and fools.

If you wish me to weep, you yourself must first feel grief.