Wherever the storm carries me, I go a willing guest.

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

Whoever cultivates the golden mean avoids both the poverty of a hovel and the envy of a palace.

A word, once sent abroad, flies irrevocably.

The cautious wolf fears the pit, the hawk regards with suspicion the snare laid for her, and the fish the hook in its concealment.

Good sense is both the first principal and the parent source of good writing.

There is a middle ground in things.