Be this our wall of brass, to be conscious of having done no evil, and to grow pale at no accusation.

No poem was ever written by a drinker of water.

Even in animals there exists the spirit of their sires.

What we learn only through the ears makes less impression upon our minds than what is presented to the trustworthy eye.

It is said that the propriety even of old Cato often yielded to the exciting influence of the grape.

The ox longs for the gaudy trappings of the horse; the lazy pack-horse would fain plough. [We envy the position of others, dissatisfied with our own.]

Don't yield to that alluring witch, laziness, or else be prepared to surrender all that you have won in your better moments.