An old man at school is a contemptible and ridiculous object.

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.

We should have a bond of sympathy for all sentient beings, knowing that only the depraved and base take pleasure in the sight of blood and suffering.

In the meantime, cling tooth and nail to the following rule: not to give in to adversity, not to trust prosperity, and always take full note of fortune's habit of behaving just as she pleases.

So enjoy the pleasures of the hour as not to spoil those that are to follow.

It is never too late to turn from the errors of our ways: He who repents of his sins is almost innocent.

Virtue needs a director and guide. Vice can be learned even without a teacher.