Seize the day, put no trust in the morrow!

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.

He will be loved when dead, who was envied when he was living.

Virtue consists in fleeing vice.

Even the worthy Homer sometimes nods.

Of writing well the source and fountainhead is wise thinking.

There is measure in all things.