Let what is irksome become habitual, no more will it trouble you.
Sleep, thou repose of all things; sleep, thou gentlest of the deities; thou peace of the mind, from which care flies; who doest soothe the hearts of men wearied with the toils of the day, and refittest them for labor.
Add little to little and there will be a big pile.
Dripping water hollows out stone, not through force but through persistence.
Skill makes love unending.
The love of fame puts spurs to the mind