The tempest threatens before it comes; houses creak before they fall.

Let the weary at length possess quiet rest.

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

It should be our care not so much to live a long life as a satisfactory one.

Men love their country, not because it is great, but because it is their own.

I am telling you to be a slow-speaking person.

The condition of all who are preoccupied is wretched, but most wretched is the condition of those who labor at preoccupations that are not even their own, who regulate their sleep by that of another, their walk by the pace of another, who are under orders in case of the freest things in the world-loving and hating. If these wish to know how short their life is, let them reflect how small a part of it is their own.