Death's dark way Must needs be trodden once, however we pause.

I am not bound over to swear allegiance to any master; where the storm drives me I turn in for shelter.

It is no easy matter to say commonplace things in an original way.

Not treasured wealth, nor the consul's lictor, can dispel the mind's bitter conflicts and the cares that flit, like bats, about your fretted roofs.

One musts avoid that wicked temptress, Laziness.

Patience makes lighter / What sorrow may not heal. ("sed levius fit patientia quidquid corrigere est nefas")

We are deceived by the appearance of right.