Bad men hate sin through fear of punishment; good men hate sin through their love of virtue.
Of what avail are pedigrees?
Rarely they rise by virtue's aid who lie plunged in the depth of helpless poverty.
The short bloom of our brief and narrow life flies fast away. While we are calling for flowers and wine and women, old age is upon us.
Peace visits not the guilty mind.
The tongue is the worst part of a bad servant.