Where there are many beauties in a poem I shall not cavil at a few faults proceeding either from negligence or from the imperfection of our nature.

Think to yourself that every day is your last; the hour to which you do not look forward will come as a welcome surprise.

Let the fictitious sources of pleasure be as near as possible to the true.

That man lives happy and in command of himself, who from day to day can say I have lived. Whether clouds obscure, or the sun illumines the following day, that which is past is beyond recall.

To please great men is not the last degree of praise.

The question is yet before the court.

A corrupt judge does not carefully search for the truth.