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.

Our years Glide silently away. No tears, No loving orisons repair The wrinkled cheek, the whitening hair That drop forgotten to the tomb.

What does drunkenness accomplish? It discloses secrets, it ratifies hopes, and urges even the unarmed to battle.

The just man having a firm grasp of his intentions, neither the heated passions of his fellow men ordaining something awful, nor a tyrant staring him in the face, will shake in his convictions.

He who is upright in his way of life and free from sin.

The power of daring anything their fancy suggest, as always been conceded to the painter and the poet.

That I make poetry and give pleasure - if I give pleasure - are because of you.