While the fates permit, live happily; life speeds on with hurried step, and with winged days the wheel of the headlong year is turned.

The anger of those in authority is always weighty.

As fate is inexorable, and not to be moved either with tears or reproaches, an excess of sorrow is as foolish as profuse laughter; while, on the other hand, not to mourn at all is insensibility.

The intellect must not be kept at consistent tension, but diverted by pastimes.... The mind must have relaxation, and will rise stronger and keener after recreation.

Nothing is as certain as that the vices of leisure are gotten rid of by being busy.

We pardon familiar vices.

Some lack the fickleness to live as they wish and just live as they have begun.