That which Fortune has not given, she cannot take away.
All that lies betwixt the cradle and the grave is uncertain.
What a great blessing is a friend with a heart so trusty you may safely bury all your secrets in it.
Modesty once extinguished knows not how to return.
No one loves his country for its size or eminence, but because it's his own.
What others think of us would be of little moment did it not, when known, so deeply tinge what we think of ourselves.