We rarely find anyone who can say he has lived a happy life, and who, content with his life, can retire from the world like a satisfied guest.

Of writing well the source and fountainhead is wise thinking.

Our years Glide silently away. No tears, No loving orisons repair The wrinkled cheek, the whitening hair That drop forgotten to the tomb.

Nature is harmony in discord.

As a rule, adversity reveals genius and prosperity hides it

In trying to be concise I become obscure.

Remember to be calm in adversity.