A picture is a poem without words
Is virtue raised by culture, or self-sown?
Happy he who far from business, like the primitive are of mortals, cultivates with his own oxen the fields of his fathers, free from all anxieties of gain.
The dispute is still before the judge.
Be not for ever harassed by impotent desire.
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.