The soil of their native land is dear to all the hearts of mankind.
I know not any season of life that is past more agreeably than virtuous old age.
We are not born for ourselves alone.
The foolishness of old age does not characterize all who are old, but only the foolish.
Friendship is given us by nature, not to favor vice, but to aid virtue.
True glory takes root, and even spreads; all false pretences, like flowers, fall to the ground; nor can any counterfeit last long.