Retirement without literary amusements is death itself, and a living tomb.
Who needs forgiveness, should the same extend with readiness.
No tree becomes rooted and sturdy unless many a wind assails it. For by its very tossing it tightens its grip and plants its roots more securely; the fragile trees are those that have grown in a sunny valley.
Death's the discharge of our debt of sorrow.
Modesty forbids what the law does not.
To be enslaved to oneself is the heaviest of all servitudes.-