Those who say nothing about their poverty will obtain more than those who turn beggars.
He has not lived badly whose birth and death has been unnoticed by the world.
What impropriety or limit can there be in our grief for a man so beloved?.
There are faults we would fain pardon.
Let your mind, happily contented with the present, care not what the morrow will bring with it.
Nothing is too high for the daring of mortals: we storm heaven itself in our folly.