Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.

You keep to your own ways and leave mine to me.

Life in itself is short enough, but the physicians with their art, know to their amusement, how to make it still shorter.

I rejoiced in my progress, mourned my weaknesses, and commiserated the universal instability of human conduct.

Where are the numerous constructions erected by Agrippa, of which only the Pantheon remains? Where are the splendorous palaces of the emperors?

There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen. Other pleasures fail us or wound us while they charm, but the pen we take up rejoicing and lay down with satisfaction, for it has the power to advantage not only its lord and master, but many others as well, even though they be far away - sometimes, indeed, though they be not born for thousands of years to come.

What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances