Not knowing anything is the sweetest life.

Whoe'er imagines prudence all his own, Or deems that he hath powers to speak and judge Such as none other hath, when they are known, They are found shallow.

Success, remember is the reward of toil.

Heaven never helps the man who will not help himself

Alas, how quickly the gratitude owed to the dead flows off, how quick to be proved a deceiver.

It is best not to have been born at all: but, if born, as quickly as possible to return whence one came.

There is no sense in crying over spilt milk. Why bewail what is done and cannot be recalled?