When I could not see the light with my blind eyes, I blamed not my eyes, but the sun.
Catch, then, O catch the transient hour; Improve each moment as it flies!
Being over seventy is like being engaged in a war. All our friends are going or gone and we survive amongst the dead and the dying as on a battlefield.
Out of one hundred thousand sinners who continue in sin until death, scarcely one will be saved.
True friendship ought never to conceal what it thinks.
Nothing is hard for lovers, no labor is difficult for those who wish it.