There is no satisfaction in any good without a companion.

He who repents of having sinned is almost innocent.

On him does death lie heavily, who, but too well known to all, dies to himself unknown.

It does not matter how many books you have, but how good the books are which you have.

They lose the day in expectation of the night, and the night in fear of the dawn.

It is opportunity that makes the thief.

Modesty once extinguished knows not how to return.