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

In hard times, no less than in prosperity, preserve equanimity.

Enjoy thankfully any happy hour heaven may send you, nor think that your delights will keep till another year.

It is your concern when your neighbor's wall is on fire.

A picture is a poem without words

Let him who has once perceived how much that, which has been discarded, excels that which he has longed for, return at once, and seek again that which he despised.

Betray not a secret even though racked by wine or wrath.