Human nature craves novelty.

Hope is the pillar that holds up the world. Hope is the dream of a waking man.

This only is certain, that there is nothing certain.

Made up of the glories of the most precious gems, to describe them is a matter of inexpressible difficulty. For there is amongst them the gentler fire of the ruby, there is the rich purple of the amethyst, there is the sea-green of the emerald, and all shining together in an indescribable union. Others, by an excessive heightening of their hues equal all the colours of the painter, others the flame of burning brimstone, or of a fire quickened by oil.

In time of sickness the soul collects itself anew.

But with man, — by Hercules! most of his misfortunes are occasioned by man.

In wine there is health (In vino sanitas)