He, who holds out but a doubtful hope of succour to the afflicted, denies it.

True joy is a serene and sober motion; and they are miserably out so that take laughing for rejoicing; the seat of it is within, and there is no cheerfulness like the resolutions of a brave mind.

Light griefs do speak, while sorrow's tongue is bound.

Shun no toil to make yourself remarkable by some talent or other.

Do what you should, not what you may.

As Lucretius says: 'Thus ever from himself doth each man flee.' But what does he gain if he does not escape from himself? He ever follows himself and weighs upon himself as his own most burdensome companion. And so we ought to understand that what we struggle with is the fault, not of the places, but of ourselves

To be everywhere is to be nowhere.