Let this be your wall of brass, to have nothing on your conscience, no guilt to make you turn pale.

Carpe diem! Rejoice while you are alive; enjoy the day; live life to the fullest; make the most of what you have. It is later than you think.

Once sent out, a word takes wings beyond recall.

There are words and accents by which this grief can be assuaged, and the disease in a great measure removed.

The secret of all good writing is sound judgment.

Who then is free? The one who wisely is lord of themselves, who neither poverty, death or captivity terrify, who is strong to resist his appetites and shun honors, and is complete in themselves smooth and round like a globe

Nor has he spent his life badly who has passed it in privacy.