Mankind is a dream of a shadow.

The race of gods and men is one, and from one mother we both draw our breath. Yet all the difference in our power holds us apart, so that man is nothing, but the brazen floor of heaven is eternally unshakable.

Every gift which is given, even though is be small, is in reality great, if it is given with affection

To be envied is a nobler fate than to be pitied.

Wrapt up in error is the human mind, And human bliss is ever insecure; Know we what fortune yet remains behind? Know we how long the present shall endure?

Finding that the middle condition of life is by far the happiest, I look with little favor upon that of princes.

One race there is of men, one of gods, but from one mother we both draw our breath.