Seek not to inquire what the morrow will bring with it.
Twixt hope and fear, anxiety and anger.
The earth opens impartially her bosom to receive the beggar and the prince.
There is a measure in everything. There are fixed limits beyond which and short of which right cannot find a resting place.
With you I should love to live, with you be ready to die.
Be not caught by the cunning of those who appear in a disguise.