Heir follows heir, as wave succeeds to wave.

My age, my inclinations, are no longer what they were.

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.)

I would advise him who wishes to imitate well, to look closely into life and manners, and thereby to learn to express them with truth.

Scribblers are a self-conceited and self-worshipping race.

The secret of all good writing is sound judgment.

I have reared a memorial more enduring than brass, and loftier than the regal structure of the pyramids, which neither the corroding shower nor the powerless north wind can destroy; no, not even unending years nor the flight of time itself. I shall not entirely die. The greater part of me shall escape oblivion.