Virtue lies half way between two opposite vices.
Wine brings to light the hidden secrets of the soul.
Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.
We are more speedily and fatally corrupted by domestic examples of vice, and particularly when they are impressed on our minds as from authority.
The cask will long retain the flavour of the wine with which it was first seasoned.
Multa ferunt anni venientes commoda secum, Multa recedentes adimiunt. (The years, as they come, bring many agreeable things with them; as they go, they take many away.)