“Success abides longer among men when it is planted by the hand of God.”

For lawless joys a bitter ending waits.

Unsung, the noblest deed will die.

Finding that the middle condition of life is by far the happiest, I look with little favor upon that of princes.

Forge thy tongue on an anvil of truth and what flies up, though it be but a spark, will have light.

There is a mortal breed most full of futility. In contempt of what is at hand, they strain into the future, hunting impossibilities on the wings of ineffectual hopes.

Man’s pleasure is a short time growing And it falls to the ground As quickly.

It is God that accomplishes all term to hopes, God, who overtakes the flying eagle, outpasses the dolphin in the sea; who bends under his strength the man with thoughts too high.

Often silence is the wisest thing for a man to heed.

Time is the turning over of days, works change for better or worse.

Sweet is war to those who know it not.

Humble in a humble state and great in greatness, I will work out the divinity that is busy within my mind.

Law, the king of all mortals and immortals.

Even genius is tied to profit.

The test of any man lies in action.

One race there is of men, one of gods, but from one mother we both draw our breath.

The noblest of the elements is water.