A thing said walks in immortality if it has been said well.
Even success softens not the heart of the envious.
Men are the dreams of a shadow.
O my soul, do not aspire to immortal life, but exhaust the limits of the possible.
Humble in a humble state and great in greatness, I will work out the divinity that is busy within my mind.
Finding that the middle condition of life is by far the happiest, I look with little favor upon that of princes.