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.

Necessity takes impartially the highest and the lowest.

Let your mind, happily contented with the present, care not what the morrow will bring with it.

Who then is sane? He who is not a fool.

The gods have given you wealth and the means of enjoying it.

Humble things become the humble.

Let your literary compositions be kept from the public eye for nine years at least.