Rash indeed is he who reckons on tomorrow, or happily on the days beyond it; for tomorrow is not, until today is past.
You clearly hate to yield, but you will regret it when your anger has passed. Such natures are justly the hardest for themselves to bear.
Do nothing secretly; for Time sees and hears all things, and discloses all.
Love is like ice in the hands of children.
Be a thrifty steward of thy goods.
In a just cause it is right to be confident.