What has this unfeeling age of ours left untried, what wickedness has it shunned?
Riches with their wicked inducements increase; nevertheless, avarice is never satisfied.
They change their sky, not their mind, who cross the sea. A busy idleness possesses us: we seek a happy life, with ships and carriages: the object of our search is present with us.
Faults are soon copied.
Death is the last limit of all things.
Be modest in speech, but excel in action.