The secret of all good writing is sound judgment.
Difficulties elicit talents that in more fortunate circumstances would lie dormant.
He will be loved when dead, who was envied when he was living.
He who studies to imitate the poet Pindar, O Julius, relies on artificial wings fastened on with wax, and is sure to give his name to a glassy sea.
Not to hope for things to last forever, is what the year teaches and even the hour which snatches a nice day away.
Summer treads on heels of spring.