Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.

Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.

It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, can rule nothing, but is ruled by prudence.

Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.

The good we have enjoyed from Heaven's free will, and shall we murmur to endure the ill?

Long pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.

Good sense and good-nature are never separated, though the ignorant world has thought otherwise. Good-nature, by which I mean beneficence and candor, is the product of right reason.