I have lived: tomorrow the Father may fill the sky with black clouds or with cloudless sunshine.
Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.
Dare to begin! He who postpones living rightly is like the rustic who waits for the river to run out before he crosses.
Summer treads on heels of spring.
There is a middle ground in things.
Adversity reveals the genius of a general; good fortune conceals it.