He will be loved when dead, who was envied when he was living.

The mob will now and then see things in a right light.

You may drive out nature with a pitchfork, yet she'll be constantly running back.

All else-valor, a good name, glory, everything in heaven and earth-is secondary to the charm of 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.

I have lived: tomorrow the Father may fill the sky with black clouds or with cloudless sunshine.

Those who covet much suffer from the want.