The earth opens impartially her bosom to receive the beggar and the prince.
Even the worthy Homer sometimes nods.
It is no great art to say something briefly when, like Tacitus, one has something to say; when one has nothing to say, however, and none the less writes a whole book and makes truth into a liar - that I call an achievement.
Why harass with eternal purposes a mind to weak to grasp them?
Nothing is so difficult but that man will accomplish it.
Poverty urges us to do and suffer anything that we may escape from it, and so leads us away from virtue.