A man who love only himself and his pleasures is vain, presumptuous, and wicked even from principle.
Glory fills the world with virtue, and, like a beneficent sun, covers the whole earth with flowers and with fruits.
The conscience of the dying belies their life.
It is good to be firm by temperament and pliant by reflection.
Neither the gifts nor the blows of fortune equal those of nature.
The fool is like those people who think themselves rich with little.