O Fortune, cruellest of heavenly powers, why make such game of this poor life of ours?

This to the right, that to the left hand strays, and all are wrong, but wrong in different ways.

So live, my boys, as brave men; and if fortune is adverse, front its blows with brave hearts.

The mind enamored with deceptive things, declines things better.

In peace, as a wise man, he should make suitable preparation for war.

Life grants nothing to us mortals without hard work.

Tis not sufficient to combine well-chosen words in a well-ordered line.

We rarely find anyone who can say he has lived a happy life, and who, content with his life, can retire from the world like a satisfied guest.

Let's put a limit to the scramble for money. ... Having got what you wanted, you ought to begin to bring that struggle to an end.

Often must you turn your pencil to erase, if you hope to write something worth a second reading.