Who sows virtue reaps honor.
When counting, try not to mix chickens with blessings.
O sleepers! what a thing is slumber! Sleep resembles death. Ah, why then dost thou not work in such wise as that after death thou mayst retain a resemblance to perfect life, when, during life, thou art in sleep so like to the hapless dead?
The faculty of imagination is both the rudder and the bridle of the senses.
He who cannot establish dominion over himself will have no dominion over others.
He who never puts his trust in any man will never be deceived.