Poverty urges us to do and suffer anything that we may escape from it, and so leads us away from virtue.
It was a wine jar when the molding began: as the wheel runs round why does it turn out a water pitcher?
Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!
Virtue consists in fleeing vice.
There is a middle ground in things.
I would advise him who wishes to imitate well, to look closely into life and manners, and thereby to learn to express them with truth.