That which takes effect by chance is not an art.
Beauty is such a fleeting blossom, how can wisdom rely upon its momentary delight?
It is remarkable that Providence has given us all things for our advantage near at hand; but iron, gold, and silver, being both the instruments of blood and slaughter and the price of it, nature has hidden in the bowels of the earth.
Wisdom comes to no one by chance.
Servitude seizes on few, but many seize on her.
It is the fault of youth that it cannot restrain its own impetuosity.