Books have their destinies.

Gold delights to walk through the very midst of the guard, and to break its way through hard rocks, more powerful in its blow than lightning.

Pale death knocks with impartial foot at poor men's hovels and king's palaces.

You will not rightly call him a happy man who possesses much; he more rightly earns the name of happy who is skilled in wisely using the gifts of the gods, and in suffering hard poverty, and who fears disgrace as worse than death.

Riches are first to be sought for; after wealth, virtue.

Rule your mind or it will rule you.

He wins every hand who mingles profit with pleasure.