It is the superfluous things for which men sweat, - superfluous things that wear our togas theadbare, that force us to grow old in camp, that dash us upon foreign shores.

Happy he whoe'er, content with the common lot, with safe breeze hugs the shore, and, fearing to trust his skiff to the wider sea, with unambitious oar keeps close to the land.

The wise man will always reflect concerning the quality not the quantity of life.

The things that are essential are acquired with little bother; it is the luxuries that call for toil and effort.

Crime requires further crime to conceal it.

Leisure without study is death, and the grave of a living man.

Some cures are worse than the dangers they combat.