The leaves are falling, falling as from way off, as though far gardens withered in the skies; they are falling with denying gestures. And in the nights the heavy earth is falling from all the stars down into loneliness. We all are falling. This hand falls. And look at others: it is in them all. And yet there is one who holds this falling endlessly gently in his hands.

Give a boy address and accomplishments and you give him the mastery of palaces and fortunes where he goes.

Nature turns all malfaisance to good.

Give no bounties: make equal laws: secure life and prosperity and you need not give alms.

Every great man is a unique. The Scipionism of Scipio is precisely that part he could not borrow.

Doing well is a result of doing good.

The essence of age is intellect. Wherever that appears, we call it old.