If you count the sunny and the cloudy days of the whole year, you will find that the sunshine predominates.

Nothing retains its form; new shapes from old. Nature, the great inventor, ceaselessly contrives. In all creation, be assured, there is no death - no death, but only change and innovation; what we men call birth is but a different new beginning; death is but to cease to be the same. Perhaps this may have moved to that, and that to this, yet still the sum of things remains the same.

Gutta cavat lapidem, non vi sed saepe cadendo. (The drop excavates the stone, not with force but by falling often.)

The high-spirited man may indeed die, but he will not stoop to meanness. Fire, though it may be quenched, will not become cool.

God himself favors the brave.

You will go most safely in the middle.

It is hope which makes the shipwrecked sailor strike out with his arms in the midst of the sea, though no land is in sight.