The common people are but ill judges of a man's merits; they are slaves to fame, and their eyes are dazzled with the pomp of titles and large retinue. No wonder, then, that they bestow their honors on those who least deserve them.

I shall not completely die.

Youth is unduly busy with pampering the outer person.

There is moderation in everything.

Those who want much, are always much in need; happy the man to whom God gives with a sparing hand what is sufficient for his wants.

It was intended to be a vase, it has turned out a pot.

Those who cross the sea, change sky, but not soul.