The best prophet is common sense, our native wit.
Mighty is geometry; joined with art, resistless.
Reason can wrestle and overthrow terror.
It is a strange form of anger, difficult to cure, when two friends turn upon each other in hatred.
The variety of all things forms a pleasure.
When good men die, their goodness does not perish, but lives though they are gone. As for the bad, all that was theirs dies and is buried with them.
The brave venture anything.
What greater grief than the loss of one’s native land.
Again, a smooth answer, signifying nothing.
For no mortal ever attains to blessedness. One may be luckier than another when wealth flows his way, but blessed never.
Time will bring healing.
Try first thyself, and after call in God; For to the worker God himself lends aid.
All men know their children mean more than life.
If your life at night is good, you think you have everything.
Misery is the end of those with unbridled mouths.
Love must not touch the marrow of the soul. Our affections must be breakable chains that we can cast them off or tighten them...
Character is “a stamp of good repute on a person.”
Ill-gotten wealth is never stable.
A wise fellow who is also worthless always charms the rabble.
What anger worse or slower to abate then lovers love when it turns to hate.