Lente, lente currite, noctis equi. Translation: Run slowly, slowly, horses of the night.
If you want to be loved, be loveable.
All things change, nothing perishes.
Remove but the temptations of leisure, and the bow of Cupid will lose its effect.
There is no useful thing which may not be turned to an injurious purpose.
The high-spirited man may indeed die, but he will not stoop to meanness. Fire, though it may be quenched, will not become cool.