In the midst of hopes and cares, of apprehensions and of disquietude, regard every day that dawns upon you as if it was to be your last; then super-added hours, to the enjoyment of which you had not looked forward, will prove an acceptable boon.

Alas, Postumus, the fleeting years slip by, nor will piety give any stay to wrinkles and pressing old age and untamable death.

What prevents a man's speaking good sense with a smile on his face?

Virtue lies half way between two opposite vices.

No verse can give pleasure for long, nor last, that is written by drinkers of water.

I am doubting what to do.

Wherever the storm carries me, I go a willing guest.