A Wise Man Does Nothing By Constraint.

There Is Not Only An Art, But An Eloquence In It.

A Youth Of Sensuality And Intemperance Delivers Over To Old Age A Worn-out Body.

There Is, I Know Not How, A Certain Presage, As It Were, Of A Future Existence; And This Takes The Deepest Root, And Is Most Discoverable, In The Greatest Geniuses And Most Exalted Souls.

He Who Obeys With Modesty Appears Worthy Of Being Some Day A Commander.

Any Man Can Make Mistakes, But Only An Idiot Persists In His Error.