Retirement without the love of letters is a living burial.

What madness it is for a man to starve himself to enrich his heir, and so turn a friend into an enemy! For his joy at your death will be proportioned to what you leave him.

Democracy is more cruel than wars or tyrants.

Greatness stands upon a precipice, and if prosperity carries a man never so little beyond his poise, it overbears and dashes him to pieces.

We become wiser by adversity; prosperity destroys our appreciation of the right.

No man is more unhappy than he who never faces adversity. For he is not permitted to prove himself.

Teach the art of living well.