Avarice is the miser's dream, as fame is the poet's.
Fame is the inheritance not of the dead, but of the living. It is we who look back with lofty pride to the great names of antiquity.
To great evils we submit, we resent little provocations.
That which is not, shall never be; that which is, shall never cease to be. To the wise, these truths are self-evident.
Books let us into their souls and lay open to us the secrets of our own.
We can be said only to fulfil our destiny in the place that gave us birth. I should on this account like well enough to spend the whole of my life in travelling abroad, if I could anywhere borrow another life to spend afterwards at home!