Nay, what is worse, perhaps turn poet, which, they say, is an infectious and incurable distemper.

All I know is that so long I am asleep I am rid of all fears and hopes and toils and glory, and long live the man who invented sleep, the cloak that covers all human thirst.

Jests that give pains are no jests.

The pitcher goes so often to the fountain that if gets broken.

Be brief, for no talk can please when too long. Being prepared is half the victory.

In short, virtue cannot live where envy reigns, nor liberality subsist with niggardliness.

It is the part of a wise man to keep himself today for tomorrow, and not to venture all his eggs in one basket.