We should every night call ourselves to an account: What infirmity have I mastered today? What passions opposed! What temptation resisted? What virtue acquired?

The great soul surrenders itself to fate.

It is not death we fear, but the thought of it.

Malice drinks one-half of its own poison.

The road to learning by precept is long, but by example short and effective.

If you wish to fear nothing, consider that everything is to be feared.

It is a great thing to know the season for speech and the season for silence.