Summer lasts not for ever; seasons succeed each other.

If I had more time, I would have written a shorter letter.

A perverse temper and fretful disposition will make any state of life whatsoever unhappy.

He cannot be strict in judging, who does not wish others to be strict judges of himself.

No man can be brave who thinks pain the greatest evil; nor temperate, who considers pleasure the highest good.

Please go on, make your threats. I don't like to submit to mere implication.

Few are those who wish to be endowed with virtue rather than to seem so.