There is a measure in everything. There are fixed limits beyond which and short of which right cannot find a resting place.

Fortune, delighting in her cruel task, and playing her wanton game untiringly, is ever shifting her uncertain favours.

As we speak cruel time is fleeing. Seize the day, believing as little as possible in tomorrow.

The just man having a firm grasp of his intentions, neither the heated passions of his fellow men ordaining something awful, nor a tyrant staring him in the face, will shake in his convictions.

Surely oak and threefold brass surrounded his heart who first trusted a frail vessel to the merciless ocean.

The Muse gave the Greeks genius and the art of the well-turned phrase.

Twixt hope and fear, anxiety and anger.