How great, my friends, is the virtue of living upon a little!

That man scorches with his brightness, who overpowers inferior capacities, yet he shall be revered when dead.

The lofty pine is most easily brought low by the force of the wind, and the higher the tower the greater the fall thereof.

Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.

This was my prayer: an adequate portion of land with a garden and a spring of water and a small wood to complete the picture.

All men do not, in fine, admire or love the same thing.

Content with his past life, let him take leave of life like a satiated guest.