He hath freedom whoso beareth a clean and constant heart within.

O friend unseen, unborn, unknown, Student of our sweet English tongue, I never indulge in poetics - Unless I am down with rheumatics.

How can life be worth living, if devoid Of the calm trust reposed by friend in friend? What sweeter joy than in the kindred soul, Whose converse differs not from self-communion?

No one regards what is before his feet; we all gaze at the stars.

The Roman state stands by ancient customs, and its manhood.

A sure friend is known in unsure circumstances.

To open his lips is crime in a plain citizen.