He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount a fear.

Restless at home, and ever prone to range.

The province of the soul is large enough to fill up every cranny of your time, and leave you much to answer for if one wretch be damned by your neglect.

Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more; if future fortunes were known before!

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.

Deathless laurel is the victor's due.