Time obliterates the fictions of opinion and confirms the decisions of nature.

Let each man have according to his deserts.

Confidence is that feeling by which the mind embarks in great and honorable courses with a sure hope and trust in itself.

The harvest of old age is the recollection and abundance of blessing previously secured.

Let our friends perish, provided that our enemies fall at the same time.

For nothing is more commendable, nothing more becoming in a preeminently great man than courtesy and forbearance.

In all great arts, as in trees, it is the height that charms us; we care nothing for the roots or trunks, yet it could not be without the aid of these.