To live as one likes is plebian the noble man aspires to order and law.
Time is a strange thing. It is a whimsical tyrant, which in every century has a different face for all that one says and does.
Who can think wise or stupid things at all that were not thought already in the past.
The mortal race is far too weak not to grow dizzy on unwonted brights.
Where the light is brightest, the shadows are deepest.
Great possessions and great want of them are both strong temptations.