It's a vice to trust all, and equally a vice to trust none.

Virtue is shut out from no one; she is open to all, accepts all, invites all, gentlemen, freedmen, slaves, kings, and exiles; she selects neither house nor fortune; she is satisfied with a human being without adjuncts.

A man who has taken your time recognises no debt; yet it is the one he can never repay.

A troubled countenance oft discloses much.

Enjoy present pleasures in such a way as not to injure future ones.

Our plans miscarry because they have no aim. When a man does not know what harbor he is making for, no wind is the right wind.

The display of grief makes more demands than grief itself. How few men are sad in their own company.