Everything, virtue, glory, honor, things human and divine, all are slaves to riches.

Where there are many beauties in a poem I shall not cavil at a few faults proceeding either from negligence or from the imperfection of our nature.

Capture the day, put minimum trust on tomorrow.

The lofty pine is oftenest shaken by the winds; High towers fall with a heavier crash; And the lightning strikes the highest mountain.

Not to hope for things to last forever, is what the year teaches and even the hour which snatches a nice day away.

Fidelity is the sister of justice.

Without love and laughter there is no joy; live amid love and laughter.