Avarice is always poor.

Poverty is often concealed in splendor, and often in extravagance. It is the task of many people to conceal their neediness from others. Consequently they support themselves by temporary means, and everyday is lost in contriving for tomorrow.

If we will have the kindness of others, we must endure their follies.

Enlarge my life with multitude of days, In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays; Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know, That life protracted is protracted woe. Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the passages of joy.

Such seems to be the disposition of man, that whatever makes a distinction produces rivalry.

Towering is the confidence of twenty-one.

They who most loudly clamour for liberty do not most liberally grant it.