Who knows if the gods above will add tomorrow's span to this day's sum?

Believe that each day that shines on you is your last.

Gold delights to walk through the very midst of the guard, and to break its way through hard rocks, more powerful in its blow than lightning.

Whom does undeserved honour please, and undeserved blame alarm, but the base and the liar?

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

There is a proper measure in all things, certain limits beyond which and short of which right is not to be found. Who so cultivates the golden mean avoids the poverty of a hovel and the envy of a palace.

Nature is harmony in discord.