The beginnings of all things are weak and tender. We must therefore be clear-sighted in the beginnings, for, as in their budding we discern not the danger, so in their full growth we perceive not the remedy.

When I am attached by gloomy thoughts, nothing helps me so much as running to my books. They quickly absorb me and banish the clouds from my mind.

It is an injustice that an old, broken, half-dead father should enjoy alone, in a corner of his hearth, possessions that would suffice for the advancement and maintenance of many children.

Like the watermen who advance forward while they look backward.

One open way of speaking introduces another open way of speaking, and draws out discoveries, like wine and love.

He who lives not to others, lives little to himself.

Adrian, the Emperor, exclaimed incessantly, when dying, "That the crowd of physicians had killed him."