If you drive nature out with a pitchfork, she will soon find a way back.

Those who say nothing about their poverty will obtain more than those who turn beggars.

In vain will you fly from one vice if in your wilfulness you embrace another.

Who then is free? The one who wisely is lord of themselves, who neither poverty, death or captivity terrify, who is strong to resist his appetites and shun honors, and is complete in themselves smooth and round like a globe

Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all mankind.

Jokes aside, let us turn to serious matters.

Nothing is achieved without toil.