Fortune, delighting in her cruel task, and playing her wanton game untiringly, is ever shifting her uncertain favours.

Not even piety will stay wrinkles, nor the encroachments of age, nor the advance of death, which cannot be resisted.

The man is either crazy or he is a poet.

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.

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.

Those unacquainted with the world take pleasure in intimacy with great men; those who are wiser fear the consequences.

A word, once sent abroad, flies irrevocably.