Death is the ultimate boundary of human matters.

Choose a subject equal to your abilities; think carefully what your shoulders may refuse, and what they are capable of bearing.

The consummate pleasure (in eating) is not in the costly flavour, but in yourself. Do you seek for sauce for sweating?

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.]

The same (hated) man will be loved after he's dead. How quickly we forget.

The arrow will not always find the mark intended.

Not to hope for things to last forever, is what the year teaches and even the hour which snatches a nice day away.