Youth is unduly busy with pampering the outer person.
Riches either serve or govern the possessor.
Let this be your wall of brass, to have nothing on your conscience, no guilt to make you turn pale.
The impartial earth opens alike for the child of the pauper and the king.
It's a good thing to be foolishly gay once in a while.
Who knows whether the gods will add tomorrow to the present hour?