Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own: he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today. Be fair or foul or rain or shine, the joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not Heaven itself upon the past has power, but what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

Our parents, worse than our grandparents, gave birth to us who are worse than they, and we shall in our turn bear offspring still more evil.

The great virtue of parents is a great dowry.

Who then is free? The wise man who can govern himself.

It is not every man that can afford to go to Corinth.

However rich or elevated, a name less something is always wanting to our imperfect fortune.

You traverse the world in search of happiness which is within the reach of every man. A contented mind confers it on all.