Sleep, rest of nature, O sleep, most gentle of the divinities, peace of the soul, thou at whose presence care disappears, who soothest hearts wearied with daily employments, and makest them strong again for labour!
All things change, nothing perishes.
Burdens become light when cheerfully borne.
A horse never runs so fast as when he has other horses to catch up and outpace.
Twice does he live who can enjoy the remembrance of the past.
Everyone wishes that the man whom he fears would perish.