Care clings to wealth: the thirst for more Grows as our fortunes grow.

I teach that all men are mad.

At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.

It is hard to utter common notions in an individual way.

You must often make erasures if you mean to write what is worthy of being read a second time; and don't labor for the admiration of the crowd, but be content with a few choice readers.

Nothing is achieved without toil.

Nature is harmony in discord.