There is no evil that does not promise inducements. Avarice promises money; luxury, a varied assortment of pleasures; ambition, a purple robe and applause. Vices tempt you by the rewards they offer.

Fortune's not content with knocking a man down; she sends him spinning head over heels, crash upon crash.

If thou art a man, admire those who attempt great things, even though they fail.

Let him who has given a favor be silent; let he who has received it tell it.

The body is not a permanent dwelling, but a sort of inn which is to be left behind when one perceives that one is a burden to the host.

Freedom is not being a slave to any circumstance, to any constraint, to any chance; it means compelling Fortune to enter the lists on equal terms.

Haste trips up its own heels, fetters and stops itself.