Those who seek for much are left in want of much. Happy is he to whom God has given, with sparing hand, as much as is enough.

My cares and my inquiries are for decency and truth, and in this I am wholly occupied.

The mountains are in labour, the birth will be an absurd little mouse.

There is measure in all things.

Those that are little, little things suit.

Let me posses what I now have, or even less, so that I may enjoy my remaining days, if Heaven grant any to remain.

All things considered, nothing is beautiful.