Haste trips up its own heels, fetters and stops itself.

For men in a state of freedom had thatch for their shelter, while slavery dwells beneath marble and gold.

Poverty needs much, avarice everything.

The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.

Our life's a moment and less than a moment, but even this mite nature has mockingly humored with some appearance of a longer span.

What must be shall be; and that which is a necessity to him that struggles, is little more than choice to him that is willing.

I am ashamed of my master and not of my servitude.