To think that the affairs of this life always remain in the same state is a vain presumption; indeed they all seem to be perpetually changing and moving in a circular course. Spring is followed by summer, summer by autumn, and autumn by winter, which is again followed by spring, and so time continues its everlasting round. But the life of man is ever racing to its end, swifter than time itself, without hope of renewal, unless in the next that is limitless and infinite.

Fortune leaves always some door open to come at a remedy.

When you are at Rome, do as you see.

He who reforms, God assists.

A person dishonored is worst than dead.

Wit and humor belong to genius alone.

Let the worst come to the worst.